Dropout - G Herbo

Growin' up got A’s and B’s in school ain’t have to drop out

I ain’t want no 9 to 5 cause that’s a cop-out

And now everytime I pop out I just bring a lot out

Don’t matter anywhere that I go, I’m gon bring the Glock out

My niggas wit that, pull up get busy and skat

Yo bitch told Mally, she tryna let me hit from the back

Might tip, wanna give her a rack, can’t come in my house

Unless you was givin' the neck, so handle ya business or

Jet, won’t sit at my table unless you was givin' a check or took

Half percentage of that…

I wasn’t tryna holla, unless you was givin a profit or took

Half percentage of that

I’m gon do whatever involvin' me gettin' to that check ain’t

No line of scrimmage for that

And you know the numbers if you callin' me for a show

Pull up or get it in Jet, TSA trippin' I don’t fuck wit the flight

Attendants, I can’t wait to get on a Jet

18, 19 drinkin' 8th's on the road, did 20 dates on the road

Tryna get to court, but I still got a show in New York

I was fightin' my case on the road

My brother be shippin' and gift wrappin' away sellin'

And taping them poles

And 2 of em' gone, soon as the pack touch down

Now we got 28 of them ho’s

Walk in yo club, fuck it up wit the rolls

Bitches get pussy, don’t pay for them ho’s

And if I decided I’m gon make it rain, fuck up a check on

Like 8 of them ho’s

Bring yo bitch over, if she say my name

I do my thang, she can’t take it no more

Save me the games, I’ll blow out ya brains

If I reach inside these Balmain’s

Just don’t interfere wit my lane

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Was never a dummy, I ain’t have to drop out

Went on the road just to rock out

Wanted money, got tired I had none when I popped out

Rollin' up blunts at my ma’s house

I ran up me a check, fell in love wit designer

Still saw them deals, and ain’t sign em'

I can see I appeal to yo ho like I’m Santa

Spit somethin' for me, I’ll sign her

And when my teacher sat in the classroom

I had it, still could complete my assignments

When she ask me if I been to sleep and I hadn’t

Couldn’t had been, I was grindin'

Remember niggas addin', I was just static

But what they be, I was shinin'

Just go back on my record of history of hatred you

See come from me, underline it

And the average nigga got half of the patience as me

I go from A to the Z, wait out his house in the bushes

From 8 to 3, hop out give him 8 from the G

Call me «G Herbo», or say «Herbo Baby» for sweet

But don’t take the H from the G

Baby don’t play wit the G

Call me when you put the babies to sleep

Come thru I’m tryna put ya face in the sheets

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