Testo Legend - G Herbo
Testo della canzone Legend (G Herbo), tratta dall'album Legend
Hey
G Herbo
G Herbo
Swervo
Gang, gang
Niggas know
150 Drury team, man
Y'all know how we rocking, bitch
V's up
Big V's
Kappa guy
You already know how we rocking, bitch
Sizzle, that's my big bro, man
808 Mafia, what's popping?
Big V's
V's up
Y'all know how we bleeding, man
We on all our gang shit
V's up
V's up
V's up
V's up
Ask about G Herbo, even Lil Herb, been having shit
Totin' pipes on Rock block, not the suburbs, been savaging it
How I'm not a capper?
Me and Capo been clapping shit
Designer clothes, average shit
Big bank rolls, trappin' nicks
Way before this rapping shit, I had a niche
Had a niche
In 2006, I coulda fucked your bitch
Fucked your bitch
In 2006, I probably fucked your bitch
Fucked your bitch
Me and foenem running shit, she probably bust a clit
She probably bust a clit
Anyhoo, present tense, I'm that nigga now
I'm that nigga now
My ID a passport 'cause I get around
Get around
Caddy trucks and fast foreigns how I transport
Got my gang plus another fifty on the dashboard
That's two hundred for the stupids that ain't with the movement
Nine fifty, yeah, Young Sizzle and G Herbo had to do it
Yeah, that's eight oh eight plus hundred
Fifty, I can't lie, I'm high as shit
I've been counting so much money lately, I'm just adding shit
Skinny jeans, forty on me somewhere, reach, I'm grabbing it
Much as I still be discreet, everybody know I ride with it
Chopper let off, start rattling
Thirties on me when I'm traveling
Buying money on buying money, I ain't trying to hear no gaveling
And where I go, real niggas with me, it's a gathering
Going under, running out of money, that's embarrassing
You ain't having, acting like you got it though, that's even worse
Carry that body fool, ain't even win, call you Steven Kerr
Told Young Sizzle, "Go get you a Lamb, let
Me keep the vert." Told him just to dash it
Skrrt, skrrt
Fuck around and crash it
And pay for another one, bitch, you know we cashed it
This Rollie a forty one, diamonds on me splashing
I ain't even cop my charm yet
Walk around like a bomb threat
Soon as I walk in any mall, everybody high off contact
Copping shit, politics, even though I don't like politics
Trump, you can suck Osama dick
Hillary can suck Obama dick
All them little shit they did for us, all I know, get money, bitch
Get money, bitch
My bezel frozen
But when I want to switch it, my scales yellow golden
Bitches be choosy, but none of these bitches, um, chosen
Got off the potion, got her shirt open, don't even want get behind it
Baby start slurping and sloping
I ain't trying to do no romantic, I don't know what you was hoping
Baby
And they love me in Toronto like I was
Demar Derozan, and I ain't even go yet
Fifteen K, that's the least for a show, but
Really though, they ain't even know check
Count that shit up all day, like a cashier
All in the express lane, flying past, yeah
Five AM like yeah, night, bitch, I put in hours
Hours
I don't even know what I'm working on, mixtape or a album
Mixtape or a album
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Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Dwan Avery
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