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letra de mirror - g herbo

[intro: g herbo]
ayy look bibby, we gotta take ’em back to what we know man, what’s real
that street sh-t, look

[verse 1: g herbo]
i come from where it’s rob or be robbed, k!ll or be k!lled
the main goal just try and get home like wrigley field
sh-lls old, pop out revolvers, they hittin’ me still
can’t trust a soul, they act like you owe ’em, don’t hit ’em be still

[verse 2: lil bibby]
i say i rap sh-t i really done did, really done lived
every time i step in the booth i tell ’em the truth
glock forty with the clip, hangin’ out the bottom
you get faced with these problems tryna make it from the bottom

[verse 3: g herbo]
hollows pop soon as we spot ’em
spin the block, i think we got ’em
street n-gg- hustle water is all i know, that’s how i’m rockin’
ten thousand in the pipe, the size my phone inside my pocket
always c-ck it, i know n-gg-s plottin’
pray i won’t drop ’em with everybody watching

[verse 4: lil bibby]
young n-gg- all about a profit
and i post up on the block with them goblins
lil n-gg- starvin’, lookin’ like a target
if we see a stain then we gon’ rob ’em, ayy
i was tryna stack a lil green, go hard for the team, live a young n-gg- dream
i swear these young n-gg-s they’ll probably go crazy if they seen all the sh-t that i’ve seen

[verse 5: g herbo]
thirty clips, fifty clips, new mac 11’s, ak47’s with beams
pull up on your block and straight to the scene
purposeful aim is a thing
and now we get money, might blow out a beans
used to just hop out the veen
been rocking designer way before a teen
triple og the brand new miskeen

[verse 6: lil bibby]
and i just might pull up in that new merseen, i used to post up like a king
herbo like magic, i told him to p-ss it, i come with the hook like kareem
you f-ckin’ with bosses, i can’t take no losses, if you double cross me you better be cautious
i’m going crazy, i think i done lost it
talkin’ ’bout money then step in my office

[verse 7: g herbo]
pop me a perc, roll a wood, now i’m off it
me and bibby in la f-ckin’ the booth up, it’s three in the morning
and my outfit be always givenchy and balmain, my belt got medusas
got your b-tch in my whip, gone off patron and hookah, and pourin’ the juices up
and my shawty ‘nem searchin’, they riding with rugers, they ready to shoot somethin’
in a corvette, two gas, ride with the roof back like f-ck n-gg- do somethin’
b-tches see me, go, “who dat?”
yeah, big g herbo, that n-gg- don’t do that
f-ck b-tches, get money, already knew that
play with no limit like play russian roulette
real n-gg- drew that, nino from nujack

[verse 8: lil bibby]
these hollywood dudes wanna kick it
but i’d rather chill with my n-gg-s
i’d rather post up in the trenches
i just fit in with the k!llers
i come from where sh-t’d get serious
n-gg-s be lying on wax, i ain’t feelin’ ’em
can’t rap about sh-t you not livin’ it
you should not spit the sh-t, you did not witness it
i use to post up with the green
servin’ the fiends, smokin’ and sniffin’ sh-t
totin’ them glocks with the beams, roll let it ring
it boost my adrenaline
n-gg-s be all in they feelings
they actin’ like b-tches, i swear they so feminine
play with my n-gg-s, get burned up
they be so turnt up like they did so ritalin

[verse 9: g herbo]
pull through the opps like some villians
n-body innocent, hop out and finish ’em
n-gg-s ain’t give us the benefit
don’t care his age, if he bangin’ we k!llin’ him
and i grew up a lil hustler
b-mped to a plug, started off with a middleman
riding the hood in a minivan
you ain’t gon’ blow, guy, sit in the middle then
free crazy james, he been gone for like three
tryin’ give him fifteen that mean he gotta sit for ten
was gon’ stand over a n-gg- and give him the clip but fo’nem told me he a little man
ain’t even worth it, i had seventeen
coulda got half, i’ma give him a little then
your boo a ho, he don’t go on no hit
show him the scene, he gon’ sing like represent

- g herbo

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