- Onna Come Up (feat. G Herbo) [Remix] 歌詞 G Herbo Lil Eazzyy
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- G Herbo Lil Eazzyy
- Ayy, in this b**** still cappin with Dan, on bro
Go, go, go!
Right now, onna come up
Lately been talkin my s***, because I know I come from the gutters
Send shots at ya brotha
Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler
How can you hate me? Im comin from under
Nowhere to sleep, what the f*** is a cover?
Now I pop out in Balencis, they runners
Man, tell em, 'Stop tweakin, I already f**ked her'
I was down bad, I know I done it all
Was servin the fiends, lettin Xannies dissolve
If I gotta problem, Im makin one call
While none of yo n****s be slidin at all
B ****, like a oven, Im packin that heat
Only get up wit bitches when its in the sheets
Run to the paper like Im in a meet
Baby, get on yo knees, let me give you a treat
Too much of the Wocky be havin me sleep
But too much of the Percs got me ready to freak
Grindin for months, I been grindin for weeks
My uncle told me to just watch for the weak
Cause they like to sneak
Gucci and Prada be havin me drippin like I was a sink
Man, what did you think?
Im tryna make it, to put some VVs inside my Cuban link
Man, why do it stink?
Kobe been bringin in pounds of the za
But yall know that it reek, you n****s not street
I can hire youngins, thats 13 and under
Put you on a tee, and they do it for free
We was in steams, we was servin the fiends
Miero told to me to stop poppin' the beans
Right on a T Domo, still in my dreams
I like droppin them Xannies insida my lean
Lil Eazzyy been workin
Keep passin yo moves, we got them b*** *es twerkin
Reese in the cut, and that n**** be lurkin
Cant see in the trap, cause we closin the curtains
Dont know what Im feelin
Seem like the n* ***s who doubted me most is always in my mentions
You know I aint trippin
Drop me a check and that boy be away, and my transaction pendin
Before the pandemic, my n*** *s was clickin some rentals
Cant wait to hit Johnny to f**k up my dental
Blue tips in the 40, it f**k up his mental
We put him on TV, like he Jimmy Kimmel
My n****s some refs, well attack like a whistle
Hollows in his flesh and his skin start to sizzle
You know we erasin a n**** like pencils, then skrrt out the way
No, my n****s get little
But dont lemme get started, a four on the rocks got me lookin retarded
N****s be hatin, that really be garbage
Over that paper, some n****s departed
But I never cared, tryna get big and see green everywhere
My n****s on go, why your n*** *s be scared?
Off of the Wocky, get harder to steer
But Im on my way up, see you when Im there
I aint with nothing but killers
Always off lean and Percies, they say it be numbing they feelings
In love with drillin
N****s start chillin with no blood spillin but uh, they willin
Aint no opps livin
Walk on the hit, yeah we did it
Only like four blocks really (Ayy)
N****s be silly
Askin a n****get with me, I be like, 'No, not really' (Nah)
Gloves but I got no mask, I let a n**** know I did it (F**k you)
F**k it, n ****s cant know my business (Nothing)
Pull up in a new whip and its disgustin
No b****es with me cause b****es be bussin (Ayy, ayy)
Fo nick put him to sleep like Tussin
'G Herbo, boy where you been?' (Hustlin)
Got a FN from my big cousin
Fell in love with the fire
Grew up bad, sometimes I laugh when my son cussin
It aint like he in the trenches or nothing
Aint like he gon experience something
Really rich, dont be delirious, dummy
Touch him and bleed like a period, dummy
All of my life I just wanted some money (Some money)
I been a gangsta, aint nobody punk me (Never)
Bad b****s been on my d* ** cause Im funny
I used to sip up a six like a junky (Ayy, ayy)
Aint never been on a hit, you a flunky
Close range, them b****s miss , guess Im lucky
Shorty a four foot a killer like Chucky
Aint squashin sh**, if its up then its stuck with me
Right now, onna come up
Lately been talkin my sh* *, because I know I come from the gutters
Send shots at ya brotha
Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler
How can you hate me? Im comin from under
Nowhere to sleep, what the f*** is a cover?
NowI pop out in Balencis, they runners
Man, tell em, 'Stop tweakin, I already f***ed her'
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