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[Intro: Lil Yachty] (808 Mafia) Ayy, 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' and y'all see that nigga stuntin' and y'all see that nigga up next, nigga Fuck y'all niggas, uh [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] Bitch, I'm the realest you've ever seen And my new bitch, she a model from Africa Any fine bitch with an ass, boy I'm after ya Twenty-two diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bet Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race with Boat, boy, that's a cruise for a wreck Stay with the TEC, gotta check on my neck, I need eight for a show Brother locked up for the blow Fuck you pussies, bitch, I skipped bein' rookie What you want a cookie 'cause you got a connect? Nigga play hooky 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 Tripled my views, now you thinkin' it's over Skrrt-skrrt that Rover, I spent a whole six up in Dover Margiela my collar, I look like my father Why would you even bother? I'm richer, I'm better Twenty-six 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 Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito Shout out to Keta, her pussy much sweeter I lick it then stick it, then kick it right on to my brother Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers Bitch, I'm so fly I could float on a cover Now I see why you mad 'cause I made it overnight And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight And I just cannot help it 'cause she think that I'm right And she don't like you 'cause your music not excitin' [Interlude: G Herbo] (808 Mafia) Ayy, Lil Boat, QC, what up? 150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, ayy [Verse 2: G Herbo] 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 Killers like Marlo Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrow 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 a Bimmer, my bracelet a Tahoe Ridin' i8s in a race through Chicago 'Member I used to rock Echo and Paco, now Balmain where I go Blunt full of Posto 'Member I used to get free bands like Rocko Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo Loadin' up thirties and countin' up guap while gettin' top in my auto Oops, I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills 'Member them nights I was servin' with no deals Lil' bro on Ess', know he 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 did a bid, but he would've did more years, nigga a ho 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 Block hundred deep, got the opps hidin' for years Pop out and go drill 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 lil' bro will [Outro: G Herbo] Ayy, G Herbo 150 Dream Team, bitch, shout out Coach Lil Boat, what up?