Текст G Herbo – Father’s Day

‘LGado:
Okay, bitch, ayy

I’m tappin’ out my Jordans
You ain’t see me hoppin’ out my car key

G Herbo:
And I feel you got just ahead of lil boy
Got his future map like I’m Lavar, ayy
And you know I cap, I’m cappin’ hard
And I get the strap like I know Lloyd Banks
And I come from apartments, ’bout to move to LA
And I’ma cop me a AP Skeleton on my b-day
If it’s ’bout a check, I’m runnin’ through traffic, whatever, I’d never be late
And for my respect, kill whoever for that, bitch I’m EBK

‘LGado:
I’ma keep it 1k like my shit don’t fade (okay)
Uh, head hurt, better do this right now, we goin’ crazy
Love my lil niggas, how am I gon’ replace ’em? (okay)
Uh,
?
ass onwards to Jamaica
‘Bout to say, I need a livin’ from Barbados
Keep silent, it’s potato, we turn ’em into tomatoes
Soon, I get tired, I’m home, probably take my shit to Vegas
Be hurry up and weight it, hurry up and get the safe

G Herbo:
My nose stopped up but I’m still smokin’ wood
I know they bad but they make me feel good
Your bitch bad but she make me feel good
I popped a Percocet, it made heal good
Ridin’ fast, and she got a fat ass
Handle mine, I’m ready for that, bet I get the last laugh
Still ain’t got no life, see light, flash, smash
Niggas all on my dick, they hatin’ on me ’cause I get it fast, cash

‘LGado:
See 12s, I’m smashin’, the bitch think I’m smashin’ her
She wanna fuck ’cause I’m cashin’, to be fresher than a mannequin
Call up
?, I come make a mess, no napkin
Ooh, I’m countin’ cabbage, ooh, that boy fantastic
She gon’ call a cab, because I ain’t drivin’
I ain’t got the tab on me, I ain’t finna cry
I’m gon’ do the dash, that’s why I ain’t tryin’
I feel like ‘Pac in this shit too, but I ain’t dyin’
Coolin’ when I’m ridin’, crusin’, I ain’t high
They gon’ try find me, they ain’t gonna try
Act like I ain’t ridin’ with that Tony Montana
Clip look like bananas, you know I ain’t lyin’