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Lil Herb
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That Sack
NLMB 150 Roc block shit man
Ball like im kobe the mixtape
Hold up
Running through a check...
Herbo, herbo this and that...
I rap, I trap, and stack, so I always get it back Feens and rappers hit my flip phone like 'herbo where you at?'
Herbo thumbin through that check Herbo, herbo this and that You would think i'm playing track the way im runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack The way im runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack
The way im runnin to that sack You would think i'm playing track the way im runnin to that sack
Gherbo im that nigga I hip up sacks and I spend that sack I love Glizzys, I love Macs Just bought a 50 shot for Max All these racks that I got And my shooters around me They shooting about me, I'm safe and they strapped Up in the club hit a nigga with a 5th of Moet Watch your step nigga, where yo head at, straight to the back I don't politic in the club, straight to the back All these hoes in my face but im straight to the back Got them poles in the place, all of my niggas got a pole on they waist Put holes in ya face Now we gone Clear the scene Smoking loud Sipping lean That's the remedy Pour pineapple crush, bitch I don't do Hennessy I came from the bottom These bitches ain't want me But now that i'm up They remember me She knocking me down And right after I nut, we don't fuck Cuz she sucked all my energy And my nigga I know why you hating on me Cuz im only 18 but I've been a G Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Why he hating on me? Need to get on his feet Hit the streets and go try and make him some G's If we find out you holding that white and That night have my niggas climb in yo chimney We got 50 shot scopes and Glocks with the lights
That never give no nigga sympathy Lil bro go BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM till the glizzy go empathy I mean empty, Excuse me, but the Codeine is killing me
Hundred thou, 100s Fifty thou, 50's Twenty thou, 20's We don't count the 1's Buy a lot of guns 30 shot FN'S Rugers with the beams Glizzys with the drums Bitches on me daily Wanna have my baby Ho you must be crazy I am not the one Louie to the wallet Nothing in this pocket Racks in my jacket I look like a bum I got lil niggas doing hits for fun Niggas hating on me cuz I fuck their bitches I just do it just because And I love to stunt All these 100's on me I just do this shit for cuz RIP my niggas and free all my niggas I get high, it's like im talking to my niggas Bussin off them hittas Leanin, rollin swishas Remember them days posted up on the 8 with my niggas And I didn't have anything Now we all out of state Smoking dope, sipping 8's And we walk in the mall and buy anything When I go in the house And my mama be asking me 'boy why the fuck you keep spending racks?' Cuz im young and I never had all of this money before Ma And I know im gon get it back! Love money so much put a hollow inside of my head The day that my bread gone Smoking this Pasto it's making my head gone Pasto got my head gone Don't run through the 8 block, that's a red zone
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