Honestly (ft. G Herbo & Southside) [v3]

And we sippin' purple, nigga, yeah

Honestly, Honestly (Ayy, Southside, Where You Get All That Drip?)

Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me

Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, 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-he?" (Who is he?)

Honestly, when I was broke as fuck, you ain't notice me *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'm overly), I got hunnids old as trees (Old as trees)

And money don't grow on trees (Money don't grow, ayy), but I'm gon' blow it like leaves, ayy (Blow like leaves, ayy)

Pull up with turbo V's, ayy, two-door AMG's, ayy (Ayy)

I started witnessing some of the shit that felt like it was make-believe, ayy (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 (Ayy)

You killing my vibe, fuck how long you bitches you see me, be happy for me, ayy (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 broke

Honestly, Honestly (Ayy, Southside, Where You Get All That Drip?)

Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me

Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, 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-he?" (Who is he?)

I say honestly, I need honesty (I need honesty)

Get rich and I make my mama proud of me (Proud of me)

A young rich nigga, that's what I'm 'bout to be (What I'm bout' to be)

Rolling gas, boy, yo' shit not loud to me (Got gas)

I'm getting used to the fake niggas crowding me (Get back)

I got demons and these niggas brought 'em out of me (Get back)

I'm on my boss shit, ain't no clowning me (No, ah)

Let's fuck up Saks Fifth, hit the town on me (Run it)

Me and Herbo pull up in a Bentley coupe (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

Ain't no telling what we'll say or what we'll do (Run it, run it, run it)

Smoke Gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel (Run it, run it, run it)

We'll never let a fuck nigga know our next move (No)

Run up them big bags (Run it), that's what we into (That's what we into)

We just some real niggas (Real), look what we been through (Look what we been through)

I put Gucci on my backpack (Boujee), but I don't like school (But I don't like school)

I know you may love me (Right), but bitch, I don't like you (Like you)

Honestly, Honestly (Ayy, Southside, Where You Get All That Drip?)

Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me

Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, 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-he?" (Who is he?)