Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat
Yeah and Im tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin on boat cause yall see that nigga shinin
Yall see that nigga stuntin
Yall see that nigga up next nigga
Fuck yall niggas, uh
Bitch Im the realest youve 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 thats 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 its Boat time
Ice on my wrist got you thinkin its cold time
Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder
Tripled my views now you thinkin its over
Skrt-skrt that Rover I spent a whole six up in dover
Margiela my collar, I look like my father
Whyd u even bother? Im richer Im better
26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater
Just cause its real leather, Versace my feathers
King sized set with the pillows
Dick 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 Im 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 Im right
And she dont like you cause your music not excitin
Aye, Lil Boat, QC, what up?
150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye
Bitch its 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 30s and countin up guapo 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 Im ONeal
Get face to face with them cops and I dont 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 Im 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 its brown, it aint 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