Shook - G Herbo

Yeah

G Herbo

You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is

Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body

Homicide on the beat

I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne

Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles

Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff

Puff cause I’ma talk that shit

Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov

Everybody hol' on

Look… Look…

I tell 'em look when I got 'em shook

Before I kill him when I gotta kill him

Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to Auntie Linda

I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy

I had Gerbert on them Polaroids

If you can get the picture

I wasn’t rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up

Went for a bitch, it wasn’t shit for me to get my dick sucked

I fucked bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go

on dinners

I did my shit so I repent if I was born a sinner

I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter

2000 I go spend on Mike Amiri Denim

This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah them my niggas

They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger

And I’m the type of nigga that follow my intuition I shoot you, you get to

twitching

I gotta kill or you might get to snitching

You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts off of Christmas lists

Ain’t go to school I was skipping, ditching, I didn’t listen

I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen

Trying not to breath in I thought it felt like we was sniffing

Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling

We got this bitch sold up from Stony to Lake Michigan

If he toting sumn' we like «so what?"when we face off, lift his soul up,

got big shit when you pullin out they like «hol' up»

Mini choppers that fold up like a Lamborghini with the doors up

Inna fast car G Swervo in the V12 and before I leave the house, pick that pole

up

Roll up

I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left for dead cause

they ain’t do what they said

Im just on the bread, niggas ain’t worth shit I walk alone instead

I don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head

I had spent in Neiman Marcus what was on my head

They wanna get me out outtie I’m just getting older

And I don’t take for granted pray I get it lower

They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier suppose to

Make the best of ups and downs in life, like a rollercoaster

Know my grandma looking down on me shining like I’m suppose to

Know your baby getting older and I’m getting older

Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting ho-er but I know you see I did all

that I said that I was gonna uh

Made all of the sacrifices even when I ain’t wanna uh

Momma living out 5 outta 4 some, I was somewhere like 100 floors up

Ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, Rollie my wrist, Wraith to M6

Early I was fucking off checks in and shit, you ain’t know young niggas getting

reckless like this

Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts

They lying on wax

Homies rolling over, I need a stash house spot, money rolling over

I been that shit since Avirex, Motorolas

And I cleaned up like Ajax, call the corner clean

Pull up Maybach shorties call the corners

Kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warring

I ain’t have no clean sneakers cause I always wore em'

And stop getting good grades I was in the hallway more

When my class walked across the stage I was in California, smoking California

Ain’t have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Joyner

Shout out Nino I was fucking with M Tray when they was the New Orleans Hornets