Me - G Herbo

GANG!

L’s… shoutout my squad man

150 Roc Block man

Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns

On us man… ain’t no fuck niggas come before ma

Squad, no bitches man

What bitch come before me?

Haha

R.I.P.

my niggas… Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape

L’s

I got this .30 on me

Let a nigga try to run up on me

I’mma blow this whole damn .30

Yeah that nigga tried to run up on me

I got all this money on me

Yeah I know you wanna run up on me

I got a hollow tip for any one of these

Hunnids that I got up on me, pussy

These niggas love it all, these bitches want it

Bitches want me

And my niggas got all these hoes

But a bitch’ll never come before me, pussy

I ain’t got no money on me

I only got a couple hunnid on me

So if I buy me some weed and some lean

I ain’t got no more money on me, pussy

Look

All this money, these hoes, these clothes man

It don’t mean shit to me

Wanna be the youngest nigga wit a hunnid fifty M’s

Bitch I’m tryna make history

But I always gotta keep this .30 on me

Nigga that’s Black History

No safety, if a nigga run up on me nigga

Now he Black History

You can catch me on the block all day

Better check my history

Big blunts remind me of the block

Hallways smelt just like piss to me

And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong

That’s why I gotta sip the drank

Bitch asked me «Herbo why yo cup so pink?»

I said «that's that mystery, bitch!»

How the Act had me gone like that

That’s a unsolved mystery

When the Jakes ask me how they man’s got whacked

That’s an unsolved mystery

Out in traffic niggas know Duwop got the Gat

Bitch it ain’t no mystery

And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side

Bitch it’s like my hip to me

GANG!

Niggas know imma feind for the pants wit the wings

Yeah that’s a couple hunnid on Jeans

Niggas know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean

Nigga that’s a couple hunnid on drink

Can’t tote anything ho under .17

'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me

Duwop got the Neen that’s totin' .17

Smoke a nigga if he run up on me, bitch!

Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho’s

But a bitch’ll never come before me

And these ho’s ain’t shit I’ll feed

Tell the bitch she out of luck if she come before me, GANG!

And nigga you can

still catch me over east

Even though I’m the hottest in the streets

Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my ass

And you know I keep Prada’s on my feet

Shootin' shit we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder

And you know I’m like Ibaka wit the Heat

«Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?»

Shoot a nigga wit the choppa' till he sleep

Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN

Wet a nigga like he hoppin' in the sea

Then I’m back on the Ave

Wit a mouth full of glass can’t serve

Unless you coppin' it from me bitch!