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Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat Yeah and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on boat cause y'all see that nigga shinin' Y'all see that nigga stuntin' Y'all see that nigga up next nigga Fuck y'all niggas, uh Bitch I'm the realest you've ever seen And my new bitch, she a model from Africa Any fine bitch with an ass, boy im' after ya 22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bet Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to raceBoat, well that's a cruise for a wreck Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck I need eight for a show Brother locked up for the blow Fuck you pussies bitch I skipped bein' Rookie What u want a cookie cause you got connect? Nigga play hookie when they see it's Boat time Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder Tripled my views now you thinkin' it's over Skrt-skrt that Rover I spent a whole six up in dover Margiela my collar, I look like my father Why'd u even bother? I'm richer I'm better 26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers King sized set with the pillows SongtexteDick in her pussy, she call me her hero Dick in her mouth like a motherfuckin' churro Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito Shout out taketa her pussy much sweeter I lick it then stick it Then kick it right on to my brother Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers Bitch I'm so fly I can float on a cover Now I see why you mad, cause I made it over night And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right And she don't like you cause your music not excitin' Aye, Lil Boat, QC, what up? 150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye Bitch it's G Herbo, swervin' so much Watch them start callin' me Swervo In the M6 two door drop with the turbo Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf My lil ho from Merlow Killas like Marlo Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos Let off them shells have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow Maison Like Capo, Rollie or Beam, my bracelet that Tahoe Riding an i8s in a race through Chicago Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go Blunts full of pasto Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo Loadin' up 30's and countin' up guap'll get top in my auto Oops I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals Lil bro ass lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal Snitch to the bitch but he went and did more years Niggas a hoe still Wake up, get more bills Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels 500 deep, got the ops hidin' for years Pop out, go trill Glock color oatmeal Know what I mean, bitch it's brown, it ain't no steel Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel You gotta be ready to use it in broad day You know little bro will Ay, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out Coach Lil Boat what up Aus Songtexte Mania