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g herbo - dinner time lyrics

i be fresh as f-ck
when i hit the scene, everybody know me
40 tucked in my skinny jeans, i’m so f-ckin’ lowkey

all hundreds, finna go get some cream, it’s another show week
it’s a show week
out the seven days, i gotta pick up four of these
momma told me
“baby, get you some sleep, gotta turn down move slow please”
i go home, rock my son to sleep, gotta stay awake, get more of these
n-gg- you mad cause you ain’t gettin’ no cheese
whole hood charge you whole fees

sometimes it’s no one to watch over me
too broke, can’t get close to me
seen the opps, said h-llo to me
never respect when approachin’ me
and don’t act like you don’t know it’s me
know that b-tch somewhere close to me
and i ain’t got no reason to be on that
you don’t wanna avenge your homie
even though i really be on that
beat a n-gg- up if he want that
you can’t even buy a whole lunch, jack
better get a clock and punch that
used to run my hood like a rugrat
we went to war with one gat
ain’t lyin’, we a go, they come back
all on defense, we a bust back

so they want me whacked
100 shots out the back of the ‘lac
i spit that sh-t that you get high
to, and make you wanna clap after that
then drop some sh-t that make you contemplate on it after the fact
rap about the sh-t you livin, n-gg- what happened to that?
i don’t give a f-ck bout the rap game no more
n-gg-, i’m after the check
i ain’t with the rap beef, n-gg- say my name once, i’m after his neck
reach for 150, i’ma let 50 them b-tches come out of this tec
that’s like 120 without the charms, and i just added baguettes
run up that check (run up that check)
ain’t break a sweat
play with me, that’s russian roulette
pay mind to this fool, how’s that?
already know where he at
maneski gon do him out back

and you and your n-gg-s is rats
keep a blunt to my lips like pat
and i used to be screwed like pat
had a little taste from that act’
late nights we’d ride in the ‘raq
mof-cka right on my lap
i shared the pint with cap
drop a little deuce in my fanta
i need a four of that back
he like “chill, you scored, that’s mine”
you wasn’t in the hood
you ain’t have them east side stories, young boy that’s mine

herb you ain’t droppin’ on time
n-gg- i changed my mind
don’t know if i’ma drop more sh-t ‘fore i drop new sh-t
gotta make up my mind
all on the pressure on herbo, when you droppin’ swervo?
n-gg- gotta take my time
all this fame, attention, got you hypnotized
you done did some sh-t, now you talkin’ emphasized
i just get that money, it keep me energized
and by any means you violate, get penalized (uh)

best look me in the eyes (uh)
want beef, get tenderized (uh)
i see the b-tch in your eyes
all that talkin’ get minimized (uh)
gotta watch the feds, they say we runnin’ an enterprise (what?)
n-gg-s go rat and go back with they set, you already been advised (uh)
i ain’t got nothin’ to say
ain’t thinkin’ bout none of you n-gg-s, it’s dinner time (uh)
i been saving that sh-t like it’s the winter time (time)
yeah it’s winter time (n-gg-, the winter time)
neck on winter time (ice on winter time)
just kept on sprinting on n-gg-s way past the finish line (uh)

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