Up Next 3 (Feat. Lil Herb)

Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat Yeah and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on boat cause y'all see that nigga shinin' Y'all see that nigga stuntin' Y'all see that nigga up next nigga Fuck y'all niggas, uh Bitch I'm the realest you've ever seen And my new bitch, she a model from Africa Any fine bitch with an ass, I'm goin' after ya 22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bag Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race Lil Boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck I need eight for a show Buzzin' like Dolph with the blow Fuck you pussies bitch I still bein' Ricky with you Wanna cookie cause you got connect Nigga play hookie when they see it's Boat time Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder Shoot for my views now you thinkin' it's over Skrt skrt that Rover I spent a whole six up in dota Margiela my collar, I look like my father Why G even bother I'm rich so I'm better 26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers King sized set with the pillows Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero Dick in her mouth like a motherfuckin' churro Nut so fat like a fuckin' burrito Shout out to Ketie her pussy my sweetie I lick it then stick it then kick it right on 'em Then kick it right on to my brother Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers Bitch I'm so fly I can float on a cover Now I see why you mad, cause I made it over night And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right And she don't like you cause your music not excitin' Aye, Lil Boat, QC, what up 150 DT, gang gang, gang gang, gang gang, aye Bitch it's G Herbo, swervin' so much Watch them start callin' me Swervo In the M6 two door drop with the turbo Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf My lil ho from Merlow Killas like Marlo Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos Let off them shells have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow Maison Like Capo, Rollie or Beam, my bracelet that Tahoe Riding an i8s in a race through Chicago Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go Blunts full of pasto Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo Loadin' up 30's and countin' up guap'll get top in my auto Oops I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals Lil bro ass lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal Snitch to the bitch but he went and did more years Niggas a hoe still Wake up, get more bills Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels 500 deep, got the ops hidin' for years Pop down, go trill Glock color oatmeal Know what I mean, bitch it's brown, it ain't no steel Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel You gotta be ready to use it in broad day You know little bro will Ay, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out Coach Lil Boat what up