Herbo Flow (Rich Off Rap) lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye Herb', this song finna be called "Herbo Flow," you hear me?)
(Hit-Boy)
Uh-huh, huh, this song called—
Money from a show, spent that on a coat
(G. Ry got me)
(NLMB sh*t, b*tch, haha)
Uh, let’s get it

[Verse 1]
Money from a show, spent that on a coat (On a coat)
f*ck me, you get dropped, kinda like the soap (b*tch)
All I know is dope, I be spittin' dope, whippin' dope (Let’s go)
Hit your b*tch just like a singer, hit a note (Uh, uh, yeah)
Huh, travelin' the world, in Australia on a f*ckin' boat
Hunnid for a show, catch me touring, going coast to coast (Cash, cash, cash, let's get it)
Uh, I be mixing Moon Rock with the Dosido (b*tch)
Used to put that oxy' in my nose, I never f*cked with coke (b*tch)
b*tch I'm rich and you bad, what's the issue?, uh (b*tch)
Say your friends really bad, bring 'em with you, uh (Bring ’em with you)
b*tch, on Ls I’ma spazz, on my granny, n*gga (Ls I spazz)
Get a grammy for my granny, n*gga, b*tch I'm too official, woo (Uh, uh)
Hopped out the jet, b*tch let’s play fetch, fetch (Let's play fetch)
Watch is an AP, no Patek, 'tek, uh (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Shooter like The Rec, b*tch don't get wrecked, wrecked (Yeah, yeah, uh, huh)
Got a lil’ freaky b*tch, she made my di*k go erect, 'rect, uh (Let's get it, let's get it)
Take my kids on your face, are you into that? (Uh, uh, are you?)
He say he real, say he gang, he pretendin' that (Pretendin' that)
Uh, these n*ggas weak and they fake, look like the end of rap (Uh, uh)
I was put here to keep this sh*t great, it ain't no end to that, huh (Let's get it)
[Break]
I'ma go 'head and let that sh*t breathe, n*gga
I've been living in my studio for last three days, like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Talk my sh*t, back it up, I talk my sh*t, just back it up, come one, come on (I f*ck your mom)
Okay

[Verse 2]
Now I gotta speak my thoughts (Uh, for real)
So many fans up on my Instagram, look like a cult (Uh, gang gang)
If I do my dirty, I'ma do the dash, ain't getting caught (Yeah)
I got 'least fifty albums in my vault
So many songs, you may get lost (Come on)
Hop into traffic with my dawgs (Come on)
Swervin' like I'm inside of a go-kart (Come on)
I tell these pus*y ass n*ggas go home (Come on)
'Cause none of these pus*y ass n*ggas go hard (Come on)
It's funny the way I pull yo' b*tch (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
The same way that I pull yo' card (Yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas thinkin' with they brains (Uh, uh)
I've been ponderin' with my heart, uh (Yeah, yeah)

[Break]
Ayy, you just gotta let that— that sh*t breathe one more time, one time for the fun time, two times, maybe a few times
Ayy, huh, yeah, uh, ayy (Come on)

[Verse 3]
I'm back in, I'm finna serve another round (Come on)
I got rich off rap, so I ain't have to sell another pound (Come on)
You piped your n*gga up, he actin' tough, we had to take 'em down (b*tch)
Bad b*tch named Mary, put her in rotation, that's Merry-go-round (b*tch)
Uh, b*tch I been dope like some endo, must' not got the memo (b*tch)
I like money, guns, and dirt bikes, that's all, I'm gon' keep it simple (b*tch)
I make 'em bleed like a maxi, no menstrual (Yeah)
Attacking the raps and I don't need a pencil (Yeah)
Palm trees all around me, no cloudy (Yeah)
I'm in L.A., ain't no Sacramento (Uh)
You don't know half the sh*t I been through
Get off your ass broke n*gga, and get to it
n*ggas don't like your music because it's fake (Uh)
That sh*t you talkin', ain't been through it (Talkin', ain't been through it)
[Outro]
Man, it's as simple as that (Uh-huh)
Hm, yeah, ya dig?
Ya'll folks know how I bleed man, you know, NLMB sh*t
You know, No Limit 150 sh*t, man, ya dig?, you know
Shout out Herbo, shout out Bibby, shout out—
Shout out Maneski, ya dig?, shout out, you know, Kyro
Shout out Molly, shout out Projects, Kyro
All my n*ggas, man
Shout out Court, shout out Squeak, man, um, f*ck n*gga
Shout out my EBK n*ggas, do the dash, TY, Fred, all my n*ggas, huh
999 sh*t, b*tch