Herb Session lyrics

[Intro]
Boy, yous a f*cking dummy
God… Go
(Mvmbo)
CCK in this- Go
You gotta let that sh*t go like-
Go, Go, FG
CCK in this b*tch

[Verse]
If it's smoke then it's smoke, it is what it is
We on his sister TikTok, he always at the crib
I like buttons, buttons, buttons, money, money, money
You left ya' burner in the crib boy, yous a f*ckin' dummy
You ain't tryna' push the V about ya' lil partner
My twins flame you on the runts, still hopping out them Johnny's
You merchin' sh*t on lil' bro, but ain't do sh*t about him
Louie belt on all his homies, get it to they body
Word to bro you see a flag, then you snatch a flag
I know a opp died from a swap, they call him SwitchHisAss
Goon jump from out that V, then he switch his ass
Ya' burner jam and he still run, you better trip his ass
The button gay, it gettin' horny, it tryna' grab ya waist
A n*gga speak on Fully gang, this fully grab ya' face
I'm in the V wit' ARP and baby glasses on
If Ion' likе how n*ggas move, Osama grab the Drac'
Saany grab the thirty shot Glock, whispеr in his ear
Fat Seem said another n*gga died, he coming over here
And everytime a n*gga die, it come from over here
And how you say you one of us, but you over there
sh*t confusing me, sh*t confusing me, don't confuse me tho
A b*tch f*ck my mans, I fall front, we gotta keep it P
I had popped a n*gga lock but I ain't peep the key
I like running n*ggas down, I don't keep my sneaks
We all ashed 'em from the corner, and he ain't peep the V