Big Herco ft. Blxckie Lyrics

Big Herco

Big Herco

Im in this bitch with Big Herco

You too broke, You can't fit in my circle

Running laps while they moving like turtles

I was born to go get it, i need a gold medal , i been running hurdles

They was hating before we act like we ain't heard em

Now they in they feelings, they act like we hurt em

I know your fit ain't the price of a birkin

we been making noise and these niggas just chirpin'

4 cups in my hand, you know they got syrup

Broads at the telly Fuck wit me and Swervo

Smile on my face cause my pockets look healthy

If you got it don't flex, be stealthy

I just done did my best, it helped me

Imma nut on her chest, Exactly

Tom ford on my body You smell me

I'm too different don't try to compare me

And these Racks keep on piling I'm heavy

All the swag Automatic, No Semi

I don't want me no lames at my door , Don't Visit

I already poured me a 4, Don't Mix it

At the top and these niggas ain't close, they missing

Chain really Sparkle and shit, It's crispy

Yes it's my wrist lil bitch, it Jingle

Yo shit don't even got weight, it tingle

I go straight to the boss, you the man in the middle

In my world you little

Watch how you moving, the police gon pinch you

Wiping my tears with this designer tissue

Yes we got whole lotta racks i won't kid you

You don't have a plan, I wouldn't wanna be near you

031 Goat Yes I'm really the Treasure

Racks in my pocket look sexy, It's pleasure

Dribble the ball like I'm Messi, No pressure

You sad you can't get to the top, Depression

Spent your whole Grocery budget on sweaters

You niggas jealous and Salty, No pepper

You stuck in the past I'm the king of the Present

We found him hiding he thought he was clever

I'm with Big Herco , I body the beat you gon look at later and see it dismembered

I'm punching in Line after line

After line

After line

At the end of the song don't remember

We heard you niggas ain't having, it's tragic

I knew it's gon happen, lil nigga i planned it

Got my bread up, i told momma don't panic

Yo bitch Fuck with ElGuapo, she dropping her panty

Count up these racks in a Porche Panamera

If it ain't bout money, then why would it matter?

I got All different notes in my pocket, I'll open a zoo

You can't come to the spot we don't know who is you

When i get on the mic, dawg I'm telling the truth

Buy Yves Saint Laurent , for all of my troops

He tried to press up we went home with his tooth

Just like a mechanic, you know we got tools

This money Permanent baby just like a tattoo

This ain't king of the Jungle, My shooters baboons

Northsidebaby, You know we got goons

Why do they hate on us? don't got a clue

My bitch don't do Steve Madden, she do Jimmy Choo

We keep getting more paper, don't know about you

You say you got racks, don't know if it's true

We can tell that you broke by the shit that you do

I make all of the racks and the stacks and Decisions

6 on the bass and it cut with precision

You jump on stage and the crowd just go missing

I can sneeze on the mic, they get closer and listen

I get in line like a bee and get busy

Princess cut diamonds they yellow, Get Pissy

I'm in the middle of bread , No Glizzy

Baby deliver the head get filthy

This shit was planned from the start you cant smart it out

I got this water I ain't seen a drought

said her name coco , I love how she make it pop

You niggas sweet You ain't seen a Glock

This shit too real gotta keep it on safe & Lock

Don't gotta Rush, I just pace it out

Band on a band that's a big amount

I kept it pure and made it out

Bitch I'm not broke I'm not missing out

me and the money just chilling now.