4 Minutes of Hell, Pt. 5 (Bonus)

[Intro]
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Uh-huh (Okay)
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is, man
Y'all know exactly what this is (Come on, man)
For real

[Verse]
My lil' cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in them Wraiths, I'm tryna cop Bugatti's
Lost my Sky Dweller, yeah, but ain't nobody rob me
We'll come shoot up the party, ain't no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain't sent him twenty dollars
I remember breaking bread with like twenty heads
Imagine me behind them walls for like twenty years
Feeling like I'm dead, I couldn't even make my bed
I ain't have no spread
Project still ten toes, bitch, and only got one leg
Niggas only had one life to live, never got no bread
Can't think back on his decisions now, he ain't got no head
Niggas don't really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon' hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can't talk to that ho when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that ho going again
Next thing you know that ho going again
Yeah, gone with the wind
Bitches don't know when I'm calling again
Next week I'm all in her friend
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made fifty songs, had to ball again
Bitch, go leak 'em all again
I'm making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
That's why I'm dolo as usual
And that's why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can't be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain't shooting, he ducking or running
And I can't be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a hundred
Then graduated to twos
I remember I used to just bag up the onions
Then graduated to moving
And really, my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewelry
If you think you'll make it, nigga, come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi's
Told my jeweler to make it, eighty point bracelet
Now ain't no wonder she naked
Told lil' bro to get closer, knock off his face
'Cause we don't get niggas mistaken
Yeah, we frying niggas like bacon, uh-huh
We finding niggas like Taken
I'm from 079
I'm dropping 5's
And I'm still slamming the rakes in
Still gripping four nickels and S550's
This what I'ma slide on the jakes in, ayy
They can't catch me 'cause them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain't no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain't Instagraming shit, ain't no HaHa Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally letting her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I'll get with her later, yeah
But I know I'm gon' get this to this paper
Yeah, I gotta get to the guap
If I don't I'ma get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapors
Why they thinkin I'm gettin niggas knocked off
I'm somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I'm gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
'Cause my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don't go to no major
So I ain't go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain't got no advance, been hit a hundred bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
Sixties, fifties on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows, thirty for bowls
Twenty and thirty a show
Ain't' fucking no dirty hoes
No, I ain't broke no more
My mama don't live in the hood no more
I ain't in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And it ain't even worth it no more
Nah, I ain't working no more
I ain't tryna blow thirties no more
You can't see me in person no more
I ain't just Lil Herbie no moreI ain't just Lil Herbie no more
A lot, yeah
Of shit ain't worth it no more
Can't see me in person no more
Nah, I ain't working no more
Them lil' disses ain't working no more
You lil' niggas ain't worth it no more, ayy

[Outro]
G Herbo
I'm back on my old shit, man
You know— you know I'm still on some new shit
You know I'm bossed up, embracing all my power
But I'm back on my old shit, man, I don't give a fuck
'Bout none of that shit niggas talkin' bout, we still on gangster shit
We still seeing niggas in public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hitting niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangster shit, with all this ice on, man
All these VV's on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got thirties on us, Glocks, FN's, all that shit, you know?
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hells on you fuck niggas
This part five right here, in case you didn't know
You know what I'm saying? Free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas, man, I'm in the stu' right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, Top in here
You know, brazy, Big B's, you know, G-Squeak in this bitch, uh-huh, for real
And we got more guns than us
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
Them bitches ain't never touching Instagram
Nothing, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas doing
'Cause we out here for real