(Yeah) yeah (hold on)
G Herbo
You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is
Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body
Homicide on the beat
I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne
Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles
Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff
Puff 'cause I'ma talk that shit
Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov
Everybody hold on, look
Look
I tell 'em, look when I got 'em shook
Before I kill him when I gotta kill him
Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to auntie Linda
I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy
I had Gerbert on and Polaroids
If you can get the picture
I wasn't rich, I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
Went for a bitch, it wasn't shit for me to get my dick sucked
I fucked bitches look like Kylie Jenner
But they lips way thinner and don't go on dinners
I did my shit so I repent if I was born a sinner
I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
Two thousand I go spend on Mike Amiri denim
This that shit A Boogie rap about, yeah, them my niggas
They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
And I'm the type of nigga that follow my intuition
I shoot you, you get to twitching
I gotta kill or you might get to snitching
You niggas bitches, had to man up and take gifts off of Christmas lists
Ain't go to school, I was skipping, ditching, I didn't listen
I started pitching, had experiments up in the kitchen
Trying not to breathe in, I thought it felt like we was sniffing
Re-up, we thought we was tripping, profits started tripling
We got this bitch sold up from Stoney to Lake Michigan
If he toting somethin' we like, "So what?"
When we face off, lift his soul up
Got big shit, when you pull it out they like, "Hol' up"
Mini choppers that fold up like a Lamborghini with the doors up
Fast car G Swervo in the V 12 and before I leave the house
Pick that pole up (what what, pick that pole up)
Roll up
I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground, left for dead
'Cause they ain't do what they said
I'm just on the bread, niggas ain't worth shit, I walk alone instead
I don't know who want me dead, eyes behind my head
I had spent in Neiman Marcus what was on my head (for real)
They wanna get me out outtie, I'm just getting older
And I don't take for granted, pray I get lower
They keep moving low profile, presidential like a soldier supposed to
Make the best of up and downs in life, like a roller coaster
Know my grandma looking down on me, shining like I'm supposed to, uh
Know your baby getting older and I'm getting older
Sorry my heart getting colder, niggas getting hoer
But I know you see I did all that I said that I was gonna, uh
Made all of the sacrifices even when I ain't wanna, uh
Mama living out five outta four, son, I was somewhere like a hundred floors up
Ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, Rollie on my wrist, Wraith to M6
Early I was fucking off chasing and shit
You ain't know young niggas getting reckless like this
Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts
They lying on wax
Homies rolling over, I need a stash house spot, money rolling over
I been that shit since Avirex, Motorolas
And I cleaned up like Ajax, call the coroner
Clean, pull up Maybach, shorties call the corners, ay
Kid ain't have no clean summers, we was always warm
I ain't have no clean sneakers 'cause I always wore em'
And stop getting good grades, I was in the hallway more
When my class walked across the stage I was in California smoking California
Ain't have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Joyner
Shout out Nino
I was fucking with M Tray when they was the New Orleans Hornets, yeah (for real)
G Herbo, you know, uh huh, I say, M Tray, man
They my, they my New Orleans niggas right there, you know
Yeah, see, Swervo (I'm in the studio right now)
Twelve, I'm 'bouta leave this bitch, go get a hair cut, gang shit, y'already know, Swervo
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Shook - G Herbo
