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letra de subject - g herbo

[intro]
yeah
big swerve
this sh-t gettin’ easy now, what time is it? (uh)
it’s 8:13 a.m. (swerve)
on foenem (southside on the track, yeah)
ha, uh

[verse 1]
ain’t been goin’ to sleep ’cause i been chasin’ ms
that’s the type of time we on, that’s the time zone we in (let’s get it)
we been ballin’ so hard, treatin’ weekdays like weekends (weekends)
know that money bringin’ envy, that’s the life we in (yeah)
still charge it to the game, it just make dividends (yeah)
n-ggas think twice ’bout sayin’ my name ’cause they know we spin
if you ain’t no real player, stay out the game then (uh)
big swerve’ll f-ck her twin, been came trim (uh)
linked in miami one weekend, spent a hundred bands (a hundred bands)
f-ckin’ it up, i’m havin’ fun, this sh-t been comin’ in (this sh-t been comin’ in)
f-ck n-gga hate, can’t hate in my face, now they dissin’ us
n-gga really hatin’, but he can’t show hate ’cause a n-gga just hatin’ that his b-tch with us
and when you start to investigate that hate, whole time this sh-t was sus
if they apologize, you still gotta strategize, keep a pistol tucked (tucked)
stay awake, don’t believe in luck
eighty percent these n-ggas snakes, don’t believe in trust
i can’t trust n0body, what the f-ck? (f-ck ’em)
see g herbo live
get tickets as low as $151
[chorus]
and i keep my can, i’ma up my left hand and dump it (dump it)
fans said i’m in jail, i got on ten chains in public (g herbo)
everybody keep askin’ me ’bout dumb sh-t, change the subject (swerve, big swerve)
ten years straight, i fed the streets more than publix (uh-huh, big swerve)
hop in drip, i’m always switchin’ the fleet, i’m burnin’ rubber (skrrt)
every day, the blogs keep postin’ me, i’m knowin’ they lovin’ it (they love it)
yeah, i know i’m winnin’ ’cause i started this sh-t from nothin’ (nothin’)
eatin’ breakfast at dinner, i keep hot sh-t in the oven (let’s get it, ayy)

[verse 2]
monday through sunday, we let off sh-lls, you know we stuffin’ ’em (brr, baow, baow)
send shots at your brother ‘nem, sh-t, i was sendin’ shots at my cousin (baow)
grew up with my loved ones, love this four-nick’ and i love this (baow)
g herbo, my n-ggas rich, and we still on thug sh-t
still leave the house with my stick, i gotta get in the club with it
lil’ ho high of the six, she rubbin’ my stomach, but she tryna touch the bl!ck (ayy)
every time she come with me, she get what she need, she know i’m havin’ this sh-t (i’m havin’ this sh-t)
she don’t want nothin’ but me, said she wanna leave, she ready to suck d-ck (come on)
she feelin’ my energy, i been a g ‘fore i was rich
i’ll do a hundred years sittin’ on my head before i snitch (before i snitch)
n-ggas ain’t saw fifty k, do fifty years behind a b-tch
i’m a millionaire, one case ain’t sh-t, i’ll probably blow a switch (brr)

[chorus]
and i keep my can, i’ma up my left hand and dump it (dump it)
fans said i’m in jail, i got on ten chains in public (you know that)
everybody keep askin’ me ’bout dumb sh-t, change the subject (swerve, change the subject)
ten years straight, i fed the streets more than publix (uh-huh)
hop in drip, i’m always switchin’ the fleet, i’m burnin’ rubber (skrrt)
every day, the blogs keep postin’ me, i’m knowin’ they lovin’ it (big swerve)
yeah, i know i’m winnin’ ’cause i started this sh-t from nothin’ (nothin’)
eatin’ breakfast at dinner, i keep hot sh-t in the oven (let’s get it)

- g herbo

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