- G Herbo Friends & Foes 歌词
- G Herbo
- Zaytoven
Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we wasn't really bros We was tryna impress them h*es, kept us on our toes I had 25 in high school, like I'm Derrick Rose I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul Hat always cocked back to the left 'cause I grew up with the moes And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the 4s I had some shootouts with my bronem, I had to give it and go Sh!t got hot, we start swapping most of 'em, still got one of the old ones though Might hang that b!tch in a frame for show That's the one that my big bro used to throw We ain't learn how to blow in no range, no Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door Might could've blew out my brains, though N!ggas must ain't got no aim no more N!ggas left me in the rain some more I found some gold in the rainbow, though They say I got money and changed the most Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though Still'll walk up on a stranger, though Gangster sh!t run in my veins for sure I wanna change 'em, though Know how to channel my anger, though Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so? None of my killers want payment, though Oh, we ain't 'posed to be bangin', no Me and my n!ggas, we hangin', though Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' d**e This pistol don't ever stop rangin', though Ayy, I don't panic Whips be panoramic I was sellin' dope at my granny's Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, oh Need another big a*s mansion, uh Big yard, big a*s hammock, uh Wrist all wet, Atlantic B!tch, it's big bucks, no whammies My b!tch need attention, she bad as fxck And she got lips like Angela You know a young n!gga done ran it up D**n, I could buy her a phantom, huh? Where that come from? That was random, huh? Die for respect, I demand it I was dead broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it Tell me why n!ggas hate Randy G Herbo, fxck n!ggas can't stand me, huh Worth a couple mil, I'm branded, uh Special n!gga 'cause I'm left handed, huh N!ggas namin' sh!t, I had it I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it I helped n!ggas out when I should've bought a Patek They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static You savages should be no rumor, you ratted I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it At G Fazo house, me and in the attic Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin' Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' sh!t Opps, we embarrass 'em, ayy We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, ayy Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, ayy Real street n!ggas I represent Long live Bapo and Hellabandz Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here Who the fxck let all these rappers in? We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh You ain't never hear no click-clack Shawty 'n' 'em ready to kidnap somethin' Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em Push a n!gga shit back some Homie 'n' 'em might want some get-back for 'em We finna slide tonight, heard his homie 'n' 'em tryna have a kickback for 'em Broski the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some Just havin' fun, that's the type of sh!t I did, I was young I shed a tear for my young, n!gga, I kill for my son And before I met him, I was numb Let a n!gga feel my drum A lot of n!ggas think I'm dumb I'ma just let 'em think what they want They probably think I'm a punk N!ggas probably really think I ain't gon' dump I'm the type to let 'em front Leave a n!gga a*s all in Nieman slumped, uh After I feed a n!gga hollow tips, I need a blunt Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato, sh!t, I need some Runtz Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a font 40 thousand go out every first of the month Just for livin', always been that n!gga, so you never could front Just be consistent Pulled up on some flexin' sh!t, like, "Yeah, b!tch, we did it" Add up these digits Naw, not that, that's just a lil' million Uh, uh
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