LIL HERB.

Ayy, man Cut the music up, please Steffrey [Verse] Yeah Big chili off the books, like the coldest winter ever Get a heat lamp, I water industry plants MAN BEHIND THE SHADE, what a remarkable rebrand She wanna succeed, open wide and swallow my tree branch Speaking of tree branches, grandmother used to make me make a switch That was summers in the sip, blame it on Curtis Lil Herb, lil herb, in the swisher sweet I got five on it, he got five on it He got five on it, we finna roll the windows up We hotboxing to the Luniz, then turn up the Tunechi Spooky hours, dollar shots of Absolut Vodka We was youngins, but wasn't dummies, more like Doogie Howser So, recognize a god when you see him And get a shotty and a Bible to read it Alpha, beta, hyphen, dollar sign, 360 degrees Horseshoe, hockey stick, Mighty Duck this, please And the million dollar question is I've been killing them with kindness But if I get violent, will they live? What the motherfucking consensus be? Call the EMT, TNT, bombing on all of y'all Ice cream, ice cream, get the Häagen-Dazs Cash rules everything around me, never enough of it Blocka, blocka, off the principality, blurry the evidence Fatality, a casualty, so the fuck what? Like, you dropped the bottle of beer at 12 p... Now you know you done fucked up, right? Menace to society, allergic to sobriety Bitches by the variety, the illest, entirely I understand the assignment in its entirety IIm geeked up and on fire, who wanna hire me? My nine to five is recovering from the night prior Hopped outta bed with a cup of ambition, Dolly Parton's my ghostwriter Pardon my back, I'm all that and a box of cracker jacks C notes in the purse, blame it on my cataracts Top Dawg, underdog, putting the paws on any competitor I'm the Alien and the Predator Any person versus me'll be emergency room, registered Snooze in a tomb, empty the register Ooh, before a n*gga had a picture in a mag, had an azul rag Reloading the mag, uh huh I don't follow fads, I just follow the bag Every other day, my daughters is popping tags Carson in the motherfucking, you already know You ain't shit if you ain't getting green, oil of oregano Uh oh, had to can 'em like Spaghettios He was with the extras, he won't never get a cameo The Boat Dock, bitch, don't forget your fishing pole That shit for the birds, is you pigeon-toed? Chirp! Next, tell 'em, I'm from where them broke n*ggas hating Del Amo, Del Amo was his last statement Shh, moment of silence Oh, let me remind them Yo, I'm from 'Cretia house She told me if I gotta kill 'em, drag they ass in the house, and I'm out Soul