Lil Herb - Hot Nigga (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

I'm so high, nigga

I'm so high, nigga

(Verse)

G Herbo, I'm some hot nigga

Before I started rap I used to pop niggas

Maskey told me lil bruh chill out cuz ya got hittas

Get this money and we gon' be at the top with ya

But ya still can catch be up on Essex block nigga

Smoking dutchies and Murch Money got that Glock with him

We No Limit, that's 150, we got all the bitches

They niggas hating that's the reason they want problems with us

All the new opps, they don't know us

Lil Herb don't rap beef, nigga blow sum'

And ya might catch me by my lonely, I'mma keep it on me

Check the news, I heard somebody went to sleep for Kobe

And I'm leaning right now, bitch, I'm sipping codein

I been the same, I been gangbanging since I been a shawty

I been fucking grown bitches since I been a shawty

Run thru that check like last month forgot I spent it, sorry

I went thru a hundred that's without a deal

I'm 18 and I don't give a fuck about a deal

People ask me all the time, ya on the block for real?!

Sometimes I stay up in the crib cuz fo n them down to drill

And they ain't shooting fo no legs, fo n them tryna kill

If I put them shooters on yo' ass then ya dying fo real

And bitch, I'm always in the field, Roc Block where ya find me

Fifteen hunids in my jeans, all my jewelry shining

.30s and them .40s all my niggas sliding

Riding thru the opps, all them niggas hiding

Don't let them tell ya that they out there, man, them niggas lying

Met some of them niggas and free all my niggas doing time

Matter fact free G Gills

He doing 20 in the feds cuz he didn't squeal

Free Bruce, free Breezy hoe

Free Slick and Crazy Jay, they some demons hoe

Vito City, that's the team low

Pistol game, yeah, we keep low

Dizzy's with em 30s and them beams low

Run up on us and we squeezing hoe

Lil Bro too trigger happy, he gon' squeeze some mo'

Bitches wait in line fo pictures when I leave my shows

Only got a couple minutes, take a couple flizzicks

Finesse a bitch right to the trunk and now she sucking dizzick

After I get what I wanted you gotta do fo' n 'dem

She told me that she ain't want to, said she that she don't know them

Ya don't wanna turn up bitch, ya don't know me anyway

Ya ain't tryna top off bruh n them get out on the E-way

All my niggas, we be running bitches like a relay

Sucker niggas beefing over bitches, we can't relate

Why ya mad at me my nigga? That bitch pussy funky

Ya buy her all type of shit and I don't give her nothing

She probably like the way a nigga stunt

Thumbing thru these twenties, fifties, hundreds

This shit ain't nothing, man, I'm still a yungin

And I neva been a stain, run up in there drumming

Neva catch me with no lames, all my niggas goblins

All I hang wit hustlas, killas, robbers

Ya a lame, took yo chain, my lil shawties tarving

We got aim, don't get banged, ya a fucking target

Kobe Squad, that's what we are

Six forties riding round, we in 3 cars

Flipping thru they set, where them niggas at?

Caught a body last night, I'on have no time fo that

And bruh n them still lurking, still creeping ho

Off lean, they off xans but they ain't sleeping tho

Tryna catch another body like a week ago

Forgot about that other body, we been drinking ho

Leaning ho, all I sip is codeine lil ho

Get my dicked sucked fo Kobe while I drink a four

And if ya tryna' catch feelings then ya tweaking ho

Ball like I'm Kobe on the way I'm tired of speaking ho

Gang!