Retro Flow - G Herbo

Welcome to the fast life, buy Hemi to see what the dash like

Used to ride Buicks, Tauruses, now I get 10k for choruses

Pull up hoppin' outta foreign shit, splash brothers with me, scorin' shit

Foe nem sluttin' hoes, all on tour shit, fine freak bitches, don’t want boring

shit

Remember youngins sleeping on the floor shit, check my bank account,

my shit enormounis

I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus

I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act C.B.4.

shit

Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them, back up on my shit I need

some more of them

Never satisfied, I need millions, niggas sitting 'round, it’s civilians

It’s civilians, niggas killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children

Real street nigga, I ain’t feelin' it, but when it come to beef,

I ain’t feeling shit

Niggas say they see the opps, they spilling 'em, everytime they see the opps

they missin' 'em

Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don’t play around, lil bro finish 'em

Soberer than a bitch, I ain’t been sippin' shit, stacking hundreds,

making forties, little shit

Shit ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents,

probably died trying not to mention it

I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain’t ever have to make a many

man

Know my death was wanted bad, by many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me

then

Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a nigga

Lord, oh forgive me, foe nem fuck around and get me him

And sometimes, shit, it just remind me of nights at the club again

No security was searching me, you know that I’ma get the burner in

150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey

And as far as trouble, we don’t want none, but we still a find it

I’m from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don’t even mind it

Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it

I can’t trust these hoes, see yo house, put niggas right on it

Fuck that bitch in a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it

I ain’t worried about no niggas, you know that I keep my pipe on it

I ain’t saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I’m right on it

Let a nigga catch me slipping, you know I deserve it

Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin'

When I die, don’t let no pussy niggas in my service

My view be so high in the sky, my phone don’t got no service

I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving

Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose

If you alive and don’t get paper, you ain’t got no purpose

What the fuck up with the world, everybody savage

Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at

Ain’t nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat