Humble

Lyrics

[Intro] ([?]) Gang Grrah, grrah Y'all know who I'm smokin' on while I'm in this booth I don't even gotta say it At all (Grrah) C Blu! [Chorus] Yeah, they callin' me G.O.A.T., but I gotta stay humble Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle? Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble (Grrah) Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me My chain, they can' take it from me (At all) If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach He thought he was tough, now his face on a tee [Verse] Yeah, that fummy got poked tryna get egg and cheese Ain't no takin' me out, feel funny, I squeeze Walk up, faceshot, left his brain on the seat (Grrah, grrah) You get burned to a spliff, think you fuckin' wit' C Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat Keep two straps when I step in the spot That's a rubber and a 23 Glock Chain on my neck, so these thots on my cock Let a nigga act up, he get shot Yeah, the moment he reach, I'ma up it and flock it Walk up, just to make sure I drop him Cops on my as, but you know I ain't stoppin' (At all) Popped a Perc' just to boost my adrenaline Catch a opp and you know I'ma finish him Free Gotti, he addicted to drillin' shit Hop out, we ain't leavin' no witnesses (Grrah, grrah) Shots fire, he got put up on Citizen Strap up, don't ger burned, no Chlamydia These niggas be cap, only tough on the media See 'em in person, their body gon' freeze up She chill wit' the opps, she get left, no Kenneka Don't ask what I'm smokin', you know it Rahizo, you know that shit potent ('Hizo!) Shots at his head, yeah, they call it a DOA I don't fuck wit' no blocks, bitch, I'm EBK I got shots for them niggas who feel a way And these streets is so much, I'm superior Shots to his stomach, fucked up his interior You got chops, I got chops, we ain't fearin' ya' If you talkin' money, I ain't hearin' ya' (At all) (If you talkin' money, I ain't hearin' ya') [Chorus] Yeah, they callin' me G.O.A.T., but I gotta stay humble Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle? Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble (Grrah, grrah) Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me My chain, they can' take it from me If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach He thought he was tough, now his face on a tee [Outro] Grrah C Blu!