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letra de shook - g herbo

[intro]
yeah
g herbo
you already know what it is, man, you know what the f-ck it is
soon as the beat come on instant k!ll, body
homicide on the beat
i feel like juelz mixed with wayne
mixed with kiss mixed with styles
mixed with motherf-cking cam and puff
puff cause i’ma talk that sh-t
mixed with pac and biggie, hov
everybody hol’ on
look… look…

[verse]
i tell ’em look when i got ’em shook
before i k!ll him when i gotta k!ll him
since a infant i had been that n-gga, word to auntie linda
i was too gangsta for a gerber boy
i had gerbert on them polaroids
if you can get the picture
i wasn’t rich i had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
went for a b-tch, it wasn’t sh-t for me to get my d-ck sucked
i f-cked b-tches look like kylie jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go on dinners
i did my sh-t so i repent if i was born a sinner
i ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
2000 i go spend on mike amiri denim
this that sh-t a boogie rap about yeah them my n-ggas
they say don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
and i’m the type of n-gga that follow my intuition i shoot you, you get to twitching
i gotta k!ll or you might get to snitching
you n-ggas b-tches had to man up and take gifts off of christmas lists
ain’t go to school i was skipping, ditching, i didn’t listen
i started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen
trying not to breath in i thought it felt like we was sniffing
re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling
we got this b-tch sewed up from stony to lake michigan
if he toting sumn’ we like “so what?” when we face off, lift his soul up, got big sh-t when you pullin out they like “hol’ up”
mini choppers that fold up like a lamborghini with the doors up
inna fast car g swervo in the v12 and before i leave the house, pick that pole up
roll up
i seen n-ggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left for dead cause they ain’t do what they said
im just on the bread, n-ggas ain’t worth sh-t i walk alone instead
i don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head
i had spent in neiman marcus what was on my head
they wanna get me out outtie i’m just getting older
and i don’t take for granted pray i get it lower
they keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier suppose to
make the best of ups and downs in life, like a rollercoaster
know my grandma looking down on me shining like i’m suppose to
know your baby getting older and i’m getting older
sorry my heart getting colder n-ggas getting ho-er but i know you see i did all that i said that i was gonna uh
made all of the sacrifices even when i ain’t wanna uh
momma living out 5 outta 4 some, i was somewhere like 100 floors up
ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, rollie my wrist, wraith to m6
early i was f-cking off checks in and sh-t, you ain’t know young n-ggas getting reckless like this
any n-gga that diss me on a record and sh-t and spit facts
they lying on wax
homies rolling over, i need a stash house spot, money rolling over
i been that sh-t since avirex, motorolas
and i cleaned up like ajax, call the corner clean
pull up maybach shorties call the corners
kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warring
i ain’t have no clean sneakers cause i always wore em’
and stop getting good grades i was in the hallway more
when my cl-ss walked across the stage i was in california, smoking california
ain’t have to get up early mornings, f-ck tom joyner
shout out neno i was f-cking with m tray when they was the new orleans h-rnets

- g herbo

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