Frfr - G Herbo

And I can’t get wacked, cause I gotta make back what I lost in the trap

Bitch I’m all about a sack, hoes know I got racks cause I’m always in Saks

Lil herb really be on the block, for real for real (For real for real)

Lil herb tote Glocks, I get a nigga a shot

Pull up in that drop coming straight from the dock and it come from the lot

Ridin' around my city with a cup and a blunt

50 Shots I ain’t worried about nothing (Huuh)

(ahhhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (For real for real, for real for real)

(ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (For real for real, for real for real)

(ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (For real)

Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)

For real for real, for real for real

For real for real, before I die I gotta see a 'hunnid mill

But I came from the Chi got some shorties with me that would kill a nigga for a

couple 'hunnid steal

Gettin money Herbo, how them 'hunnids feel?

Love the way I make those 'hunnids peal

Steady whippin' tracks, this another kill

Make a nigga wish he had another deal

Yeah and I said if I want it Imma cop it

Run up on me while it’s on me, Imma pop it

Going off, can’t nobody stop us

My tapes be the hottest, before I even drop it

I don lost too many my niggas, I miss my niggas (for real for real)

I don lost too many this year, shit real, so we finna go kill for real

(Ahhhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (For real)

Only god is above us, for real (For real for real)

For real for real, for real for real

For real for real, I feel mentally ill

Cause if I see an opp, Imma let off this thirty shot Glock

In his top, 'till it’s empty as hell

Been in the field since a lil nigga

Over the years and I don’t show no sympathy still

I gotta be rich or be dead, get snatched by the

Feds, bet I won’t answer shit that he said

Drinking this pint to the head, bronem off Remy

I’d rather drink codeine instead, I’m leaning and dozing

Asleep off the Superman mixing a 4 of the purp with the red

Bitches they all in my face, they thirsty

They jockin' me, watchin' me shaking they ass

I’m koolin' just countin' my cash Lil Mally he totin'

That mag, better hope he don’t blast (Huhh)

(Ahhhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (for real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (for real)

Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)

For real for real, for real for real (you ain’t know?)

Ahhh