Testo Bottom of the Bottoms - G Herbo
Testo della canzone Bottom of the Bottoms (G Herbo), tratta dall'album Ballin Like I'm Kobe
Ball like I'm Kobe the mixtape
150 Dream team man, you already know what it is man
I'm grindin' my way to the top nigga you already know
No handouts nigga let's get it
From the bottom of the bottom
It was nothin' under me
Now I'm that nigga everywhere I go
And I'm who all the bitches wanna see
Who could ever picture me?
When I was broke who ever mentioned me?
2010 You wasn't friends with me
Now I'm hot you can't get bands with me
Look at all these bitches stare at me
Come here baby, tell me what you see
Lookin' at these diamonds on my neck and wrist
Yeah baby this like 20 grand a piece
I'm a dog with these hoes, got 'em suckin' dick
Squattin' on they hands and knees
Tryna take the whole 150 overseas
We gon' probably need a fleet
But when I think about it all my niggas felons
We gon' probably need to sneak
People out of town payin' me to speak
And they chargin' you to see
Ain't no more 500 no free shit
Bitch my jeans cost a G
Plus my earrings 'bout a 9 piece
And my watch cost a half a key
I been ballin' since I dropped Fazoland
Head cannon referee
And these G Fazos go with everything
Buy at least 3 pair a week
And you know for court we shoot 24
With 23s on our feet
No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis V's
Cop a nice pair of wheats
From the bottom of the bottom
There was nothin' under me
Now the judge hang us with a hundred years
Used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap
Tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cause livin' ain't cheap
Tell me how is this the land of the free?
From the bottom of the bottom
There was nothin' under me
Now the judge hang us with a hundred years
Used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap
Tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cause livin' ain't cheap
How the fuck is this the land of the free?
Hundred niggas on the corner
And they killin' shit for me
Better not play with me
Never leave my brothers to the death of me
Sendin' knife and S's when I rest in peace
Re-up at a week
Bakin' soda, yola that's the recipe
Double rock the D, come and shop with me
One on top of three, profit all I see
Nigga look at me
Never owned shit now I got them keys
And I got them P's, super OG's
Never mix shit I love, smokin' weed
And I'm off the lean
16 That's when I became a fiend
Spilt a 6 on my Balmain jeans
1400 Now they 17, that's on everything
Hundred bitches in the club want a wedding ring
I'm so M.O.B that's over everything
If it ain't money callin' I'mma let it ring
Keep a bankroll, my shit can't fold
Out here in the rain, in a Range Rover
In the same clothes, runnin' late for shows
I can't change clothes 'til the bank close
G Herbo that youngin' now
Remember youngin' I was runnin' wild
With them killers we a hundred deep
Up on Essex with a hundred rounds
And we wantin' all the time, lost my nigga
See an oppa we gon' gun him down
Show no mercy in the streets, they gon' remember me
150 At the top but bitch we started from the bottom
From the bottom of the bottom
There was nothin' under me
Now the judge hang us with a hundred years
Used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap
Tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cause livin' ain't cheap
Tell me how is this the land of the free?
From the bottom of the bottom
There was nothin' under me
Now the judge hang us with a hundred years
Used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap
Tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cause livin' ain't cheap
How the fuck is this the land of the free?
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Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Luca Meloni
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