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g herbo - frankie lymon lyrics

[produced by c-sick]

[intro]
“i’ll call the cops!”
“yeah baby, you call the police and tell them we got two imposters up here running a scam because i’m ms. frankie lymon!”
“i’m mrs. frankie lymon!” “i am mrs. frankie lymon”
“jesus christ, it’s a god d-mn game show!”
gang! ballin’ like i’m kobe the mixtape

[bridge]
they like “herbo you so fly”, that’s everywhere i go
they like “herbo you so high”, and i’m like “yeah i know”
i keep .45 on my side, man you know i can’t go
n-ggas plotting, i know they mad cause i got all these rolls

[hook]
all these hoes, all these clothes, all these jewels
all these drugs, all my n-ggas, all these tools
all these b-tches over me, they don’t want you
hunned-fifty with me, run up, they gon’ shoot
all my diamonds, i be shinin’
presidential rollie, it say timeless
all i know is hustle, i be grindin’
if you looking for me, you can find me

[verse 1]
if you looking you can find me on the 8 block me and all my n-ggas grindin’
“herbo, whats been happening since the tape dropped?” me and all my n-ggas shinin’
wrist cost me bout a brick still look on my phone to see what time is
and my fit cost a couple g’s, i can see a deal before i sign it
all these b-tches over me, i feel like frankie lymon
i’m so high, i may o.d, i feel like frankie lymon
i might spend a couple grand a week and stack enough to buy a couple diamonds
i might buy my sis a couple ‘fits if she get an a on her -ssignment
i’m a young n-gga, i’m a businessman, i take care of business, man
and i and a slap a b-tch in a minute, man, so yes, i’m a minuteman
keep my pistol on me everywhere i go, don’t give a f-ck about no sentence, man
off the drink you know it got me moving slow, i’m leaning like i’m trynna kick a stand

[bridge + hook]

[verse 2]
sippin’ drank, smokin’ pack, wishin’ i could get my n-ggas back
rollin’ up the thrax, pour a hi-tech, but i really miss the act
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, then i give her back
don’t want her to get attached
a n-gga shoot at me, b-tch i’m shooting back
make sure you remember that
i don’t gotta worry bout who finna’ blow, all my n-ggas into that
i don’t look at tags, while i’m in the store, all i do is spend a sack
i don’t trip about it, i’m a hustler, i know i’mma get it back
20’s, 50’s, 100’s, herbo thumbin’ through a check
want a feature? hit my jack, i ain’t hoppin’ on it if it’s wack
f-ck a industry catch me in the streets, might not send your money back
and my gun up on me if a n-gga run up on me, he ain’t running back

[bridge + hook]

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