Shook

(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 --- Shook - G Herbo