Herbie Hancock Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, and it's Jmoney, bitch Ayy, ayy, okay

Make her pay for dick, cause I ain't givin' dick out

Phone buzzin', man, I gotta serve the fiends right now

You tryin' to take somethin', then I bet I got doubts

Onomatopoeia, make the gun go pow

Hit the track, yeah, she lovin' the way that I speed off

She suckin' dick, I can tell by the way that her lips soft

You the type to keep it PG, you sayin' I peed off

Glock always jumpin', I'm thinkin' it's crisscross

Cross him off the list, homie got popped up

Why every time I'm winnin', hoes wanna pop up

I need to get some BC, cause I got her knocked up

You need to chase a dollar sign, Brodie not butt

I cannot relate, mine really filled with dollar bills

Reach for the chain, quickiest that'll get you killed

Always independent, bro, I'm never gonna sign a deal

Thinkin' that I'm Stan, slapping hoes, yeah, they call me Will

Im bout to rap, but I'm waitin' for the breakdown

Before you hit the crib, hit you with a shakedown

Dash say 100, shorty told me, hit the brakes now

Gettin' tired of chicken, bro, I'm bout to cook steak now

Used to play the river, hittin' bitches with a lake now

Fuckin' skinny girls, hittin' bitches with a cake now

City full of fentanyl, I'll swear this a cake town

Need to get a bag, yours little, mine's eight pounds

Moving, grooving

He fightin' for his life, I don't do it cause I'm shootin

You can make me nut off head, girl, prove it

Backwoods strong, sippin' drink, bro, I'm too lit

I ain't comin' to your house, I ain't comin' to your crib

I'd send a couple shooters if you tell me where you live

He was cryin' like a baby, so I hit him with the bib

Got a cup, post it up, in your hood takin' sips

Weed so fire, asked the plug, what is this

Gettin' disrespectful, might just hit him with the stick

Last name Wesson, so I hit him with the Smith

Herbie Hancock with the fit, bitch, I'm rockin' it

I just blew a 8th, you can tell by the cologne

I was workin' all day, now I'm headed back home

Shirt say V, but I swear I'm not alone

Stressin' for the weed, Brodie askin' for a loan

What the fuck