Paroles Real rap G Herbo

Real rap

Uh, uh, G Herbo

Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the label, I'm like 80/20
Before I ever bought Amiri's, it was gray hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy listen, better think about what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in traffic with like 8 fully's
For real
They gone kill
Blood spill and take a pill
I knew I'd make a mill ever since I was little
I'm on defense with my steel, but I like to drill
Wake up work and pay my bills, but I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe, that's the lil' one
I watch Disney on the TV too, with my lil' ones
When you call me I might fall through, cause I'm a real one
Fuck these rappers, cause they all fu, I don't feel 'em
My lil hoe she know 100 tricks, like Matilda
And on my strip we took over shit like the pilgrims

Butcher comin', nigga, yeah

I jumped in this shit just to cause some terror
I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that startup when I'm walking near it
The FBI tried to make me a target just off a lyrics
I look and see a bunch of me's
This shit must be a wall of mirrors
I'm talking serious
Mr. Pyrex man, I'm an (Facts)
As far as stats go, I should be All American
But I thought the streets was cool
I was falling asleep in school
I made white float on water just like Norwegian crews
I ain't that patient with these hoes
Shit like this be new to her
She only seen niggas like me on TV or Google Search
Fuck a broke bitch and she gone front like you using her
I fuck her more times then cut her off when she do it first
The spot, I had to take it
Rappers and they imagination
I really got plugs, drugs & travel agents
This was way back them felony charges been aggravated
Anybody who cross gang got a suit and a casket waiting

Yeah, it's the Butcher, Swerv
We really like that, really like that

A vampire but I'm Blade I got a different thirst
Couple millions niggas made, bitch I did it first
Couple opps came trim then we did 'em worse
This my block you get some clout then you get a shirt
I'm really him I did the Lamb, I done did the Vert
My bitch in every different whip, every different purse
My clique in every different Rollie, AP
It's crazy, I played the streets
I'm like Meech & Jay Z
I played the game waist deep
You know this gangster shit it ain't cheap
I had a shootout then I made a quarter million in the same week
I'm at odds with a nigga I love so we can't speak
That's my nigga, but I'm on what he on cause I ain't sweet
Just take me for example, look what the shit made me
Be careful what you wish for cause the paper don't change grief
Yeah, somewhere in Cali with Swervo
Lamb behind the Turbo
They think I went commercial, there's killers in my circle