808 my crew
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle
I've been in the trenches
It ain't no excuse, you don't a pistol, I do
Maybe that's what separate me and you
I know you don't live how I do
"Herbo, how you get them beats for the free?"
You don't fuck with Sizzle, I do
Gang said, "Lil' bro, I got you
We official, I geet money with you"
And he told me watch out for the fake friends
You know that's what that money gets you
Stay focused although niggas hatin'
When they throw shots, let it miss you
Unless them shots for real (Shots for real)
Of course, somebody gettin' killed (Somebody gettin' killed)
In the Porsche gettin' top, ass up in the passenger
Yeah, and this top from Brazil
I'm like fuck it, start droppin' the top in the whip
They done noticed I'm not in the field
I was somewhere in Bali for real
Slowin' down when I drive by the hill
Like damn, I'm blessed for real
We gon' pop out them Audis and drill
Used to be stressed, for real
Pour up a six to come down off the pills
Knew Kobe since I was lil'
Fazo was my big homie for real
Vito stayed next door to me
Lil' Rock used to have me drunk as hell
Me and Cap was plottin' on signin' deals
All my niggas that got killed
Damn, it's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
It's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
If it's gon' be okay, then come tell me what's wrong with me
Said grandma gon' be okay, she ain't come home with me
It's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
It's gon' be okay, yeah, that's what everybody say
Get the fuck out my face, but it's gon' be okay
Get the fuck away from me, you don't know me no way
I ain't friendly to you pussies, you don't know me no way (Fuck nigga)
Ain't no killer 'til you push me, and I'll point it right your way
I'll land at St. Tropez and then get dippin' like dolce
You know me, I stay lowkey, but I just might end up in a four-way
Fuck a ho all night 'til the next day
See her out with my bitch and she get no play (Swervo)
Yeah, I just found my stash (Stash), with a bunch of swag (Swag)
That's one thing I had, 'fore I got that bag
Foreign cars, Bentley trucks, or I hop out that Jag
Sports cars, I can't drive too late, I might crash
High off the Perc', safety first
Seatbelt on, can't fly out the vert
Swervo, it's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
It's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
If it's gon' be okay, then come tell me what's wrong with me
Said grandma gon' be okay, she ain't come home with me
It's gon' be okay, that's what everybody say
It's gon' be okay, yeah, that's what everybody say
Get the fuck out my face (Nigga), but it's gon' be okay
Get the fuck away from me (Bitch), you don't know me no way
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Ok - G Herbo and Southside
