[Chorus: G Herbo]
Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin'
I walked in this bitch with real demons
Pistol Gang and we still mean it
Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters
Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin'
Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season
Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em
With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin'
Should I trust seventeens, still streamin'

[Verse 1: DooWop]
Straight about the trenches, cold heart, I'm feelin' nеmen (Nemen)
Anythin I rap about, lil n***a, I rеally seen it (Seen it)
Jumped in the game, adapted to this shit, I'm really beamin' (Beamin')
A legend in this shit, my new bitch like Chrissy Teigen (Chrissy Teigen)
I hit 'em from a block away, damn! I'm really beamin'
Hit a stain, throw the stain, don't we walk around just no reason
One wrong move and n***a gon' leave 'em (Yeah)
Up the score on one more even (Yeah)
Check his temperature, he need no fever
On the video call with Slick, he cheesin'
I sign a n***a to OVO, we ain't got no enemies (No enemies)
Have lil folksnem get associations? Fuck no! My energy (My energy)
I done heard rumors like n***as sayin' they finished me (What?)
Got a lotta n***as thinin' "How the hell you get 10 a feat?"
How the hell you get 10 of P?
Why the fuck you in Tennessee?
I been shittin' on n***as so long it's like it's 10 of me (No bap)
I know that they sick of me
Mad that they can get a rid of me
Demons with me there do you dirty with no sympathy
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin'
I walked in this bitch with real demons
Pistol Gang and we still mean it
Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters
Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin'
Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season
Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em
With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin'
Should I trust seventeens, still streamin'

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Pull up in a bench of Beamers, how we bleedin'
Pull up in a bench of Benzes, all Steamers
And I'm makin' sure my n***a next to blow
Yeah I'm talkin' AM Cash, now he react a fools
Pull up, pull off real fast, somewhere Swervo got to go
Love me in the Go, feel like I got the coke, ayy
Billion dollar mouthpiece, fuck my necklace 'cause I'm rappin' gold
When the shit I'm rappin' have that happen, I been stackin' shows
Fuck you want some bows, foenem rappin' lows
Want the super lows, just stack for those
Still be in the Raq, catch me in traffic though
And she hate when I go back, I'm like "Don't panic though"
'Cause I was with some killers last night, yeah
Bae, I was with some killers last night, uh
I was hangin' out with killers last night
And I got in my feelings last night
I was sick and tired of drillin', this gotta be my last night
I ain't makin' excuses my heart feel cold 'cause I used to blast pipes
N***a stick in the coffin, I'm havin' a home, I'm used to a fast life
When I drive to the crib, I think of how it feel
Remember my life full of thrills
In a foreign wheel ridin' to the hills
Remember puttin' our life on the wheel thinkin' about them drills, uh
Still don't think my life is real but my life is real
Herbo we gon' type the deal, well what type of deal?
Dunkin' like Shaquille, I got tight skills
In the hall of fame, they gon' write "Drills"
N***as not real, boy, your type squeal
And this Cody squeal back then it's right still
N***as don't more want this life and live this life still
I ain't 'posed to have this pipe but I got this pipe still
I can shoot on my left and my right for real
The jakes on the left, bust a whatever pills
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin'
I walked in this bitch with real demons
Pistol Gang and we still mean it
Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters
Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin'
Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season
Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em
With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin'
Should I trust seventeens, still streamin'