G Herbo - Honestly Lyrics

And we sippin' purple nigga, yeah

Honestly (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Honestly
Everything I wanna be
Gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe
Enemies they under me
Honestly I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me
Comfortably (comfortably)
I just want a hunnid G's (hunnid G's) Foreign V's (foreign V's) Louis V (Louis V)
They like, "who is he?"

Honestly when I was broke as f*ck, you ain't notice me
You thought days I was posted up at the county jail where I'm 'posed to be
Now young nigga eating overly
I got hunnids old as trees
And money don't grow on trees
But I'm gon' blow it like leaves, ayy
Pull up with turbo V's, ayy
Two-door AMG's, ayy
I started witnessing some of the shit that felt like it was make-believe, ayy
Lil' nigga neck on freeze, ayy
Spent 100 racks on these, ayy
Seen't 'em tryna keep up and then lost everything, I can't let that happen to me, ayy
Feeling alive, I'm so happy to be, ayy
You killing my vibe, f*ck how long you bitches you see me
Be happy for me, ayy
I'm fresh all the time, but you know my kicks ain't Buscemi
Capital G Fazos
Nike need me on the payroll
I just took these off a day ago
Killers gon' do what I say so
Angels gon' give you a halo
And we got money to lay low
Now when it come to the bread, I go with it like mayo
Can't let it go to my head
I had way too many days, bro

Honestly
Honestly
Everything I wanna be
Gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe
Enemies, they under me
Honestly I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me
Comfortably (comfortably)
I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's), Louis V (Louis V)
They like, "who is he?"

I say honestly
I need honesty
Get rich and I make my mama proud of me
A young rich nigga, that's what I'm 'bout to be
Rolling gas, boy, yo shit not loud to me
I'm getting used to the fame, niggas crowding me
I got demons and these niggas brought 'em out of me
I'm on my boss shit, ain't no clowning me
Let's f*ck up Saks Fifth, hit the town on me
Me and Herbo pull up in a Bentley coupe
Ain't not telling what we'll say or what we'll do
Smoke Gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel
We'll never let a f*ck nigga know our next move
Run up them big bags, that's what we into
We just some real niggas, look what we been through
I put Gucci on my backpack, but I don't like school
I know you may love me, but bitch I don't like you

Honestly
Honestly
Everything I wanna be
Gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe
Enemies, they under me
Honestly I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me
Comfortably (comfortably)
I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's), Louis V (Louis V)
They like, "who is he?"