Ima Boss by G Herbo Lyrics
Lil Herbie i'm NoLimit
Hit the strip with my doors tinted
On 28s I'm EBK, fuck the Mobb, fuck the Lake
I see Juvie slam the rakes, I see shoota blam the 8
That's word to god no county floor, my word is bond
That's word to shawn I grind for mine
I ride for mine, don't ride for yours
I'm in this bitch, NoLimit shit, I been the shit
Don' leave the shit, don't need a bitch
Just tell her lies and feed her dick
NoLim hoe, pull up in a benz hoe or a lambo
With the black rims and the tan doors
Try to rob me I know rambo
When the can blow, turn a man ghost, make his ass float
That's some real shit, get your steel quick, you don't feel me nigga feel this
Them banana clips they'll peel shit
If he didn't know put his info on the window
Have Project get his kinfolk, make his brains fly
This for heroin, I'm a real nigga you a tampon, throw the ls up, throw your sets up
Shoutout big Buckz yeah he next up
Let the .40 go blow his chest up
Closed casket, leave him messed up
I aim, bang, from the neck up you see red stuff that ain't ketchup
Better catch up, cause I'm burning y'all I'm way too hot
I'm going in I ain't gone stop
Tell yo bitch to give me top
My flow is cold the 8 is not
Them bags look like tater tots
NoLimit the gang, put that thang to his brain
.45 cocked back keep them lames in they lane
Hit a stain for his chain
Hit the club in a benz, then leave the lot in a range
I'm on top of the game, I do not fuck with lames
You get popped for the guap, leave yo top re-arranged
My nigga Greg laid back but with that MAC he'll change
Leave a nigga holey'd up
Smoking on that OG stuff
Rolling stogeys in a Dutch
When it get close we throw the duff'
Yeah I'm all about that cash cream, sell a nigga bad dreams
Lotta shit be on my mind going broke the last thing
I go broke you get poked, you don't go you get smoked
.44 to the throat, m.o.b fuck a hoe, let her know
In the door, Crazy James got semis with him
60 shots, 50 hit him
This ain't rap we be drilling
In them traps making killings
Competition I don't feel 'em
Sending threats, I don't fear 'em
I'm tired of talking Bibby get em
Hit the strip with my doors tinted
On 28s I'm EBK, fuck the Mobb, fuck the Lake
I see Juvie slam the rakes, I see shoota blam the 8
That's word to god no county floor, my word is bond
That's word to shawn I grind for mine
I ride for mine, don't ride for yours
I'm in this bitch, NoLimit shit, I been the shit
Don' leave the shit, don't need a bitch
Just tell her lies and feed her dick
NoLim hoe, pull up in a benz hoe or a lambo
With the black rims and the tan doors
Try to rob me I know rambo
When the can blow, turn a man ghost, make his ass float
That's some real shit, get your steel quick, you don't feel me nigga feel this
Them banana clips they'll peel shit
If he didn't know put his info on the window
Have Project get his kinfolk, make his brains fly
This for heroin, I'm a real nigga you a tampon, throw the ls up, throw your sets up
Shoutout big Buckz yeah he next up
Let the .40 go blow his chest up
Closed casket, leave him messed up
I aim, bang, from the neck up you see red stuff that ain't ketchup
Better catch up, cause I'm burning y'all I'm way too hot
I'm going in I ain't gone stop
Tell yo bitch to give me top
My flow is cold the 8 is not
Them bags look like tater tots
NoLimit the gang, put that thang to his brain
.45 cocked back keep them lames in they lane
Hit a stain for his chain
Hit the club in a benz, then leave the lot in a range
I'm on top of the game, I do not fuck with lames
You get popped for the guap, leave yo top re-arranged
My nigga Greg laid back but with that MAC he'll change
Leave a nigga holey'd up
Smoking on that OG stuff
Rolling stogeys in a Dutch
When it get close we throw the duff'
Yeah I'm all about that cash cream, sell a nigga bad dreams
Lotta shit be on my mind going broke the last thing
I go broke you get poked, you don't go you get smoked
.44 to the throat, m.o.b fuck a hoe, let her know
In the door, Crazy James got semis with him
60 shots, 50 hit him
This ain't rap we be drilling
In them traps making killings
Competition I don't feel 'em
Sending threats, I don't fear 'em
I'm tired of talking Bibby get em