Herbski - chin check freestyle Lyrics

Ayo, even if my name was Natalie Nunn, these bitches still couldn't chin-check

Niggas be cappin, don't know how to drill
I'ma keep stacking till I touch a mill
Don't play with my niggas, they itchin' to kill
Don't play in his face, brodie fresh off a drill

I'm in the trap, countin' it up
Bad lil' bitch tryna f*ck in the truck
F*cking and dipping like I'm in a rush
He cappin' in raps just to get him a buzz

I'm counting up money, these niggas be funny
But she said she love me, 'member they ain't love me
I pop out the flyest, even when I'm bummy
I pop out trim, dick in her tummy

I was f*cked up back then, they ain't want me
I had a bad bitch, she told me she love me
But that shit cap, what you want from me
Niggas turned rats so, stay away from me

Like, oh my God, free Sos, free Mulla
Side one shot, big bro, gon' do ya
Beam on the G, bro, hit you medulla
You not even P, we can see right through ya

Niggas in stu's, talkin' that cap
All face shots, get hit, don't lack
You gon' see how we spin when we slide in that track
Don't try to run off, get hit in your back

When I'm in the trap, I'm Herbert da Ferb
I got all the lows, just give me the word
I got highs too, nigga, f*ck what you heard
I got high standards, not f*ckin' with Birds

I got a whip now, 'member back of the bus
Gettin' it off, like I be in a rush
I can't trust enough, it can't be no us
As soon as you f*ck up, you'll go with the dust

Bitches on TV channelin' me
From Red Ruby to Chun-Li
Bitches on TV channelin' me
From Red Ruby to Chun-Li
Bitches on TV channelin' me
From Red Ruby to Chun-Li