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g herbo – something lyrics

[intro]
2012 i started getting money, i was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. that was an important period in my life cause it made me what i am now. i’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, i spent that sh-t

[verse]
look i won a race, 100 miles and running
they was stopping, i ain’t jog or nothing
i ain’t lag or nothing
i was 20 laps ahead of y’all, i ain’t brag or nothing
game (?) under pressure, i ain’t let him down or nothing
everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something
all my hard work, all them days in
y’all know where i started
all them late nights going r-t-rded
running with the wildest youngings
smelling like 1000 onions
d-mn that sh-t don’t count for nothing
when i told ’em i was coming
they just thought that was i bluffing
now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
pretty ladies, yeah i love ’em
come backstage, they let me f-ck ’em
free (?) don’t owe her nothing
i was rushing, i was getting ready
make her hold my luggage
met her once, she let me f-ck her twice
she know i might f-ck her life
too lit to have a f-cking wife
she signing up t wife tonight, so f-ck it
she can board her flight
lil (?) might get her something to go, i guess i’m sorta nice
never been on dates, i risked my life
she see me blowing this pipe
baby i’m not regular, no i’m not your average dude
i grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
gotta move something like the president
can’t leave no trace or evidence
or location, if i’m there too long i gotta move
f-ck it, you just stay right here cause i don’t like your att-tude
big g herbo, don’t leave the g out when you say herbo
never leave the g out
glock on me every day i leave out
only way i be out, n-gg-s know what we bout
condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
(?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
and i got more coming, got another tape dropping
got another tour coming, yeah i made more money
finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the score b-tton
back to the program, n-gg-s hating but they wh-r-s love me
still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, i made an 8 like four summers
put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the porsche running
(?) with the torch running
(?) on the ops block (?) gunning
all my n-gg-s all about money
in the middle of the war hustling
hustle homies and you know it touch us
shut the whole block down, no more hustling
start all (?) i roll the steel up
everybody on the team tryna score something
flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
yeah, them killers like jon-jon
but we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
that means ain’t no cops killing us
ain’t no ops killing us
some say i might sound c-cky
some say i might sound scary
but i know that i’m gon’ get home where i’m from that’s (?)
where i’m from sh-t get scary, n-gg-s get buried
riding up on your block, bl–dy mary
don’t you double dare me
i’m from the eastside of chicago
i’m gucci where i go
n-gg-s know me where i go
i’m an og where i go
you can’t help what you born with
but it’s on you if you die broke
if i die before i wake
have a party when i go
20 rollies in a roll (?) if i wake before i go

- g herbo lyrics

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