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g herbo - me lyrics

[intro]
gang! l’s… shoutout my squad man
150 roc block man
got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns
on us man… ain’t no f-ck n-ggas come before ma
squad, no b-tches man
what b-tch come before me? haha
r.i.p. my n-ggas…welcome to fazoland the mixtape
l’s

[hook]
i got this .30 on me
let a n-gga try to run up on me
i’mma blow this whole d-mn .30
yeah that n-gga tried to run up on me
i got all this money on me
yeah i know you wanna run up on me
i got a hollow tip for any one of these
hunnids that i got up on me, p-ssy
these n-ggas love it all, these b-tches want it
b-tches want me
and my n-ggas got all these hoes
but a b-tch’ll never come before me, p-ssy
i ain’t got no money on me
i only got a couple hunnid on me
so if i buy me some weed and some lean
i ain’t got no more money on me, p-ssy

[verse 1]
look
all this money, these hoes, these clothes man
it don’t mean sh-t to me
wanna be the youngest n-gga wit a hunnid fifty m’s
b-tch i’m tryna make history
but i always gotta keep this .30 on me
n-gga that’s black history
no safety, if a n-gga run up on me n-gga
now he black history
you can catch me on the block all day
better check my history
big blunts remind me of the block
hallways smelt just like p-ss to me
and i cough so long, cause the smoke so strong
that’s why i gotta sip the drank
b-tch asked me “herbo why yo cup so pink?”
i said “that’s that mystery, b-tch!”
how the act had me gone like that
that’s a unsolved mystery
when the jakes ask me how they man’s got whacked
that’s an unsolved mystery
out in traffic n-ggas know duwop got the gat
b-tch it ain’t no mystery
and every time i leave the house, got the strap on my side
b-tch it’s like my hip to me
gang!!

[hook]

[verse 2]
n-ggas know imma feind for the pants wit the wings
yeah that’s a couple hunnid on jeans
n-ggas know imma feind pourin’ 8’s of the lean
n-gga that’s a couple hunnid on drink
can’t tote anything ho under .17
’cause i got alotta hunnids on me
duwop got the neen that’s totin’ .17
smoke a n-gga if he run up on me, b-tch!
me and the bros ran thru alotta ho’s
but a b-tch’ll never come before me
and these ho’s ain’t sh-t i’ll feed
tell the b-tch she out of luck if she come before me, gang!! and n-gga you can still catch me over east
even though i’m the hottest in the streets
pelle pelle on my back, robin jeans on my -ss
and you know i keep prada’s on my feet
shootin’ sh-t we scorin’, d-wade wit the thunder
and you know i’m like ibaka wit the heat
“herb how you like ibaka wit the heat?”
shoot a n-gga wit the choppa’ till he sleep
blue tips sittin’ all up in the fn
wet a n-gga like he hoppin’ in the sea
then i’m back on the ave
wit a mouth full of gl-ss can’t serve
unless you coppin’ it from me b-tch!

[hook]

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