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Yeah, we outside, never inside, man Free the G Gilly, man, free the water, free molly, man, yah Ayy (Didn't want me to die) Never, uh, (They didn't want) (Southside on the track, yeah) Ayy, never, ayy Yeah Yeah, bundlin' up stacks I know niggas want me dead, I'm still livin' with my strap Made my first check and I ain't cash it, I was still tryna clap I'm out my deal and I make mills off shit got nothin' to do with rap (Swerve) You behind the wheel and got your steel, pussy, what you gon' do with that? (What you gon' do with that?) I'm with big Opp and Drench, Baby Drench gon' blitz if one of us snap A finger, wet 'em, water, Aquafina Hollows poppin' out the nina We don't give a fuck 'bout none of that, hе gettin' whacked, he lingеr The drum, beam, ain't none of it come with that, he modified his nina Switch on the back go, "Rrr-rrr-rrr," we make a rapper a singer (Ah) We ain't got no mask either Double back, he seen us Everything I rap, I mean it (Uh, yeah, but fuck all that, look) I just flew from Atlanta with Sizzle, free Slatt and I don't even gotta go back On Cap, it's facts, I fucked every ho in Atlanta like I fucked every ho in the 'Raq Yeah, you know it's me, Big Herby G The Ghost, the Phantom, the 'Lac is black Can't go to sleep 'til my walls your teeth Letras de cancionesWith plaques and plaques, and plaques My broski died, so every time they lack Splat, splat, splat I faced a fifth of Casamig' just tryna grieve and smacked the Track' That lil' bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got the act" She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around and cracked her back Humble beast, that's still me, but I'm the chosen one at that Hot nigga, yes, indeed, but I'm the coldest wherever I'm at I got that working hard, you niggas lazy, y'all just wanted that You niggas remind me of Tom Brady, never wanted a sack Yellow nigga, but I'm whippin' some shit that's matte black (Swerve) Don't ask me what's the name, this bitch out your tax bracket (Lil' nigga) So many opps got clipped, you'd think we doin' black magic Lil' bro got so many hats, I'm 'bout to buy him a hat rack (Ayy) I been racin' for quite a while now, I'm on my last lap (Ayy) I can't wait to wake up and call the label and tell 'em I'm in a black (G Herbo) Where I'm from, that zone was red, they want me dead, they seein' black I stay in the black, I beat the streets, I spent ten racks on a black jacket Say you know me, if you find a nigga ho me, I'll stop rapping Stay with the heat, my shooters elite, we lethal, pussy, so stop bappin' 'Fore the bread came, we was clappin' When the bread came, kept trappin' Lost Cap, we started cappin' After that, we don't know what happened My broski died, so every time they lack Splat, splat, splat I faced a fifth of Casamig' just tryna grieve and smacked the Track' That lil' bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got the act" She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around and cracked her back Read the fuckin' comments Y'all talkin' 'bout it's "Just G Herbo" Just G Her—? Bitch, it's Herbo, what the fuck y'all talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout Yosohn daddy? It's high [?] on foenem grave (Southside on the track, yeah) From Letras Mania