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- Southside FoReal 歌詞
- G Herbo Southside
- G Herbo 、southside -FoReal
Written by ：CuBeatz 、Southside
I just told 'em
Turn my headphones all the way up
Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Da*n Sizzle maybe hard for me to rap
On these raw as*beats
It's G Herbo baby
And I come straight from the blizzock
Luckily I ain't a felon
But I got caught with the glizzock
And I just bought me a white Sky Dweller
Finna bust down my wrist watch
2018my year watch
Bit*h I'm only flying from the cliff watch
Yeah that's the jet so I travel with the Tec
When I land put the engine in the rear watch
And we back to back Bentley's all matte black
Hit the sport throw that bit* h up in the gear ah
I heard it's some trappers in here huh
What you make this year
Anyway it's some hammers in here pistol clappers
In here kidnappers in here
We just got left in the jungle
And turned to some animals
Bit*h we adapters in here
Pull up shooting sh*t from mid-range
We Toronto Raptors in here
Mama told me live in fear
I changed the atmosphere ayy
Nig*a I ain't drunk that Act'in a year
Only if Cap was here
I don't talk that sh*t
I'll end nig*as rap career
I was in the streets too much
And it held me back for real
I was in the trap for real
I hit 175racks for real
Still ride with them straps for real
But I'll beat the streets
I ain't going back for real
Blick on my lap for real for real
And it's a known fact for real
Get killed 'bout Kobe and Cap for real
Pull up brrat for real brrat
We sold crack for real crack
In the stu'strapped for real strapped
Lil'Herb back for real back
Nig*as is bit*h
No homo but my Glock got a di*k
20plus four or more
I used to get all the way up and go broke
Said to myself I ain't doing that no more
Walk ups on nig*as glide slow low
Jedi blow four from the .44
Might as well let off the 2ain't got no more
On the way home it's 12on go though
Big 40hollows spin like hollows
Fully auto
Racks on me now like I just hit the lotto
Ain 't in the hood no more
But I'm not far though
Bit*h I'm sauced up taco
Bossed up El Chapo
Built for war right now though
That bit *h be ready where I go
Nig*a what's that Posto Posto
Reeking up my clothes ayy
What it say on my clothes
Givenchy Leonardo
Never sold my soul
All my show sold
All these nig*as hoes
Here go a bullet hole
I don't talk that sh*t
I'll end nig*as rap career
I was in the streets too much
And it held me back for real
I was in the trap for real
I hit 175racks for real
Still ride with them straps for real
But I'll beat the streets
I ain't going back for real
Blick on my lap for real for real
And it's a known fact for real
Get killed 'bout Kobe and Cap for real
Pull up brrat for real brrat
We sold crack for real crack
In the stu'strapped for real strapped
Lil'Herb back for real back
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