Letra de Splat - G Herbo

Yeah, we outside, never inside, man

Free the G Gilly, man, free The Water, free Mally, man, yah

Uh, ayy

Never (Uh)

(Southside on the track, yeah) Ayy, never, ayy (Never, uh)

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 mils 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 no fuck 'bout none of that, he gettin' whacked, he linger

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 like your teeth

With 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 smack the Track' (Skrrt)

That lil' bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to 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 workin' 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 the 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 rappin'

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 (Grrt)

My broski died, so every time they lack, splat, splat, splat

I faced a fifth of Casamig' just tryna grieve and smack the Track' (Skrrt)

That lil' bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to 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 time, they gotta walk for nothin', on foenem grave (Southside on the track, yeah), one—

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