Frankie Lymon

Frankie Lymon Lyrics

They like Herbo you so fly
That's everywhere I go
They like
Herbo you so high,
And I'm like yeah I know
I keep .45 on my side,
Man you know I can't go
Niggas plotting,
I know they mad
Cause I got all these rolls
All these hoes, all these clothes, all these jewels
All these drugs, all my niggaz, all these tools
All these b**ches over me,
They don't want you
Hunned-fifty with me, run up,
They gonna shoot
All my diamonds, I be shinin'
Presidential Rollie, it set times in
All I know is hustle, I be grindin'
If you looking for me,
You can find me
If you looking for me
Yu can find me on the 8 block
Me and all my niggaz grindin'
Herbo, what's happening' since the tape dropped?
Me and all my niggaz shinin'
Me and all my niggaz shinin'
Wrist cost me about a brick
Still look on my phone to see what time is
And my fit cost a couple G's,
I can see a deal before I sign it
All these b**ches over me,
I feel like Frankie Lymon
I'm so high,
I'm O.D., I feel like Frankie Lymon
I might spend a couple grand a week and stack
Enough to buy a couple diamonds
I might buy my sis a couple 'fits
If she get an A on her assignment
I'm a young nigga, I'm a businessman
I take care of business,man
And I slap a b**ch in a minute, man
So yes, I'm a minuteman,
I keep my pistol on me everywhere I go
Don't give a f**k about no sentence, man
Off the drink you know it got me moving slow
I'm leaning like I'm trying to kick a stand
They like Herbo you so fly
That's everywhere I go
They like
Herbo you so high,
And I'm like yeah I know
I keep .45 on my side,
Man you know I can't go
Niggas plotting,
I know they mad
Cause I got all these rolls
All these hoes, all these clothes, all these jewels
All these drugs, all my niggaz, all these tools
All these b**ches over me,
They don't want you
Hunned-fifty with me, run up,
They gonna shoot
All my diamonds, I be shinin'
Presidential Rollie, it set times in
All I know is hustle, I be grindin'
If you looking for me,
You can find me
Sippin' drank, smokin' pack,
Wishin' I could get my niggaz back
Rollin' up the thrax,
Pour a high-tech,
But I really miss the act
f**k a nigga b**ch,
Then I give her back
Don't want her to get attatched
A nigga shoot at me, b**ch I'm shooting back
Make sure you remember that
I don't got to worry about who finna' blow,
All my niggaz into that
I don't look at tags, while I'm in the store,
All I do is spend a sack
I don't trip about it, I'm a hustler,
I know I'mma get it back
20's, 50's, 100's,
Herbo thumbin' through a check
Want a feature? Hit my jack
I ain't hoppin' on it if it's wack
f**k an industry catch me in the streets,
Might not send your money back
And my gun up on me
If a nigga run up on me,
He ain't running back
They like Herbo you so fly
That's everywhere I go
They like
Herbo you so high,
And I'm like yeah I know
I keep .45 on my side,
Man you know I can't go
Niggas plotting,
I know they mad
Cause I got all these rolls
All these hoes, all these clothes, all these jewels
All these drugs, all my niggaz, all these tools
All these b**ches over me,
They don't want you
Hunned-fifty with me, run up,
They gonna shoot
All my diamonds, I be shinin'
Presidential Rollie, it set times in
All I know is hustle, I be grindin'
If you looking for me,
You can find me