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letra de t.o.p. - g herbo

[intro: g herbo]
(hitmaka)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
smoke, it’s freezing
(skip got the bounce, it go crazy)

[chorus: g herbo]
hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin’ at the opps (pop)
caught a n-gga with his b-tch slippin’ at the light, he got in his top
hit him in his top
hundred racks on your t-o-p
f-ck n-gga, that’s on g-o-d (d-mn)
come get it, ’cause the smoke for free (yeah)
young n-ggas, they gon’ blow for me (g herbo)
hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin’ at the opps (yeah, yeah, yeah)
caught a n-gga with his b-tch slippin’ at the light, he got in his top (yeah, yeah, yeah)
hit him in his top
hundred racks on your t-o-p (woah)
f-ck n-gga, that’s on g-o-d
come get it, ’cause the smoke for free (yeah)
young n-ggas, they gon’ blow for me

[verse 1: g herbo]
hundred racks on a new ap
two-fifty on a c-o-u-p-e (yeah)
i put that on g-o-d
fifty shots, and the chop’ spinnin’ through the east like we playin’ c-o-d
up a milli’, i should be ot
rich as f-ck, what got into me?
i can slide through my hood, iced out
hop out, f-ck my enemies (k!lls)
k!ller in me and my energy (energy)
call shots, that’s my inner g (my inner g)
i got k!llers with me, nsv
shootin’ sh-t up like we in a v
goin’ crazy like add
and rappers rap like it’s abc’s
and i could rap, sayin’ abc’s, abc
[chorus: g herbo]
hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin’ at the opps (pop, pop)
caught a n-gga with his b-tch slippin’ at the light, he got in his top
hit him in his top
hundred racks on your t-o-p
f-ck n-gga, that’s on g-o-d (d-mn)
come get it, ’cause the smoke for free (yeah)
young n-ggas, they gon’ blow for me

[verse 2: 21 savage]
p-ssy got hit in the head, don’t mention my name, he got hit in the leg (on god)
get out the car if you scared, we went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
i don’t really talk on phones, we put you to bed if we find out you fed (on god)
i got them sticks in the shed, the bullets is big, they knockin’ out dreads
pop out, rock out (21)
savage pull up with his glock out (on god)
hit your b-tch with the d-ck, now she c-ckeyed (on god)
i got the juice like i’m popeye (21)
i got the streets in a [?] (p-ssy)
too much money to beef ’bout a ho
we don’t make diss songs, p-ssy, we score
got too high, now his ass on the floor (p-ssy)
never catch me on no sucker sh-t (on sucker sh-t)
i buy a watch for the f-ck of it (21)
i don’t got time for the small talk (small talk)
shut the f-ck up and keep suckin’ it (lil’ b-tch)
gun so big, i ain’t tuckin’ it (21)
f-cked too many n-ggas, i ain’t cuffin’ it (21)
got a big dot, she lovin’ it
i know she used to n-ggas that’s on f-ckin’ sh-t (yeah)
[chorus: g herbo]
hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin’ at the opps (pop)
caught a n-gga with his b-tch slippin’ at the light, he got in his top
hit him in his top
hundred racks on your t-o-p (woah)
f-ck n-gga, that’s on g-o-d
come get it, ’cause the smoke for free (yeah)
young n-ggas, they gon’ blow for me

- g herbo

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