Blueprint

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah Shoutout my nigga Gotti, man, on bro Best rapper alive Ayy, ayy [Verse] I'm a renegade, everyday rep EBK like CMG (Uh-huh) I'm a CEO and a chief, all my lil' young niggas got the streets (You know that) I been trying to stay discreet, they'll put a nigga six feet for G's (For G's) Ain't no missing with that switch, just run up on his ass and squeeze (Brrt) Magic trick 'cause we made burgundy out fifty white tees Put a black tee on that night 'cause it be brightening my VVs And I don't believe in hype if you weren't young and turnt like me I was fresh up off a mission, seeing hypes with my CDs (No bap) But these young niggas not righteous, tighten up, please (Please) How you fucking with G, show me a million plus, at least (At lеast) Cost me five G's just to button up my fleece Spiral how I bleed, fuck thе auntie and the niece, uh Pulling up in fleets (Nyoom), five whips, no lease Everybody eat, all my shooters elite (Ayy) Who keeping up with me? (Nobody), fuck off a half a ticket a week (A week) I been spittin' like JAY and Ye, go from beat to another beat (Another one) Counting up in my fucking sleep, it's what I do (It's what I do) I just tell the truth and get my dick sucked in the booth (Swerve) Been lit since a jit, I stay popping shit like usual (It's usual) I'm just tryna get rich, bae, I don't want to lose you (I don't) I'm not Ace or Mitch, bae, Rico touch my backdoor, I'ma shoot (Fah) Fuck off racks in Saks, so my closet look like I loot (Yeah) Money bring envy, so my vengeance was a coupe (A two-door) I told Glo she good in the 'Raq, I was drunk in Memphis like Mac Snoop (Yeah) But I'm Lil Herbie, it's Big Herbie G, hoes slurping me like soup (Uh) My lil baby hot as Mercury, her pussy taste like fruit I just slay a thot, okay, can't stay, I'ma play her like a flute (Bitch) Bring a friend or two, might take her state to state just 'cause she new (Uh) When I land I'm in BP, I been daring a nigga too (Come on) Black McLaren, it's GT, Forgiato on my shoes (Skrrt) Ain't nobody above me, big boss, I make the rules Better hope we don't bend your street (Better hope it) Swing this car door and make the news How you hate? I'm twenty-eight, I blew through money like a fool (Uh-huh) A hundred million before thirty, but I might be thirty-two (I might) All the youngins do what I do, they try to stick to me like glue (Like glue) Tryna pull up in that Bent, I got the print, blue, yeah