(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with that one) Yeah, yeah, yeah (HerbMadeThisBeat) Yeah, yeah, ayy Look, in my hood, you ain't respected 'til you spank something 'Til they puttin' dirt over my casket, I'm gon' remain thuggin' When you told you broke the code, geez, we ain't brothers Can't put your trust in niggas on them drills, 'cause they not gon' do it If I get pissy in the jam, I know Lil' Rob gon' shoot it Got motion, so we hit the GD, drop on the mob to maneuver Mama, don't worry, yo, son, stay in the car with some shooters Ayy, bro, park this bitch right, don't ever turn off the car when we hoopin' Stupid, do this drill with strategicness, can't ever change, forever G-block J's I'm deeply in Why you want him so bad, you don't know how much that shit mean to him Shouldn't have ran his mouth, crush his vocal cords, he can't breathe again Yeah, no medication, Jaaybo sleepin' him Poppin' niggas on the same blocks my pops posted on When murder on my mind, I turn maniac, I ain't goin' home Slo-Be mode, I felt that in my soul, I'm a scoffer, bro Yeah, the landlord of the G's You ain't stamp nothin', then nigga, you can't hop in low with me The whole bitty know I smoke shit don't make me press delete Walkin' shit down like I'm skinny, yeah, I'm healthy on my feet, geez Before I popped it out of bitch, I popped a Glock, nigga And if I ever parked the low, it was opps in it, yeah And every time we lost one, we went and caught niggas Don't box, nigga, I just box, nigga, geez