Testo Death Row - G Herbo
Testo della canzone Death Row (G Herbo), tratta dall'album PTSD
DY Krazy
I'm in the A right now
I had to get the A vibe real quick, man
On foenem... go
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
Herbo really quiet, I can't lie 'bout my cheddar tho'
Really was outside, on the nine, with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain't lyin', I got five on my schedule
So if I text "outside," come outside how I tell her
I ain't regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters
Bitches love me like Coachella, tell her give me some
I respect you don't address me like I'm anyone
Bitch is messy thick, she there, she got her titties done
Oh, she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh?
You ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of em'
Runaway girl, I can line up with twenty of 'em
But that ho so fine, it don't make me nothin'
Broski tried to smash, she ain't give you nothin'
Still gotta slide in my ride, with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real)
Nigga
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
All that dumb shit I did really wasn't worth it, though
Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect, though
I wasn't thinking 'bout the consequences, it was workin', though
I jump head first in the trap
But I had that bitch twerkin', though (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin' for? Tell me what you lurkin' for? (Yeah)
He just gettin' money, what you gotta murk him for? (Fuck nigga)
Seein' niggas fakin', that shit urkin', though (That shit urkin')
But I'ma pull up on 'em when it's perfect, though
I can tell you what I'm worth but you can search it, though
Hands greasy by that chicken like I'm Churches, though
City bad but my block was like the worstest, though
I can't lie I took my Glock inside the church before
Summertime like the hood havin' curses
I ain't never lied in my verses
I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it
Couple opps ain't survive at them surgeries
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Joshua Howard Luellen, Herbert Randall Wright, Dwan Lecurtis Avery
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