Letra de That Shit Crazy - G Herbo

Are you still taking them painkillers, man? What the fuck?

Yeah

Ayy, pass one of them painkillers ([?])

For real

For real, for real

Uh

It's the big G

Yeah

On cap, if I want her, I'll make her quit and pay a bad bitch her salary (Swerve)

She'll never ever post no pics of us, but I'm all through her gallery

I flex so hard running through that check, you would think I was burning calories

Go cat, go Track', go TRX, lil' nigga, that's right up my alley

Already went Rolls, already went Lamb', already went coupe, what's next?

Bought my first foreign, just me and my mans, we would pull up and shoot out the Lex'

He was damn near rich, now I'm yelling free Drench, gotta check on my auntie Valerie

I blew my first hundred grand so quick, I was giving that shit to my family

Now I'm playing with M's, they hittin' my line, but might want a loan or somethin'

On the grind 'cause Mally just took that time, he gotta come home to somethin'

If you free and you got twenty-four like me, just leave me alone, brother

Give them tools and fuesl to my nephews 'cause my brother gone, brother

On a mission, used to be young and ambitious, now I'm a grown hustler

In them trenches, soon as that shit got vicious, I was a known suspect

Used to hop out backseat, front seat, me and my killers, we tough as Russia

Ain't no shootin' from down the street, ride down the street, get up close and bust ya

Even me, anybody could get touched

I still clutch, pray to God I up first

Every day niggas hating and staring, pull up McLaren, inside is mustard

Once upon a time he was part of the crew, now it's fuck you too, I know that must hurt

But you won't ever go with your move, you know I'll pull this bitch out of the shirt

Every day I get up, go to work

See me lately, I'm going berserk

Send it out every month on the first

Temper short, I been doing the Percs

Shorty bad, let me under her skirt

If it's good, then we going to Turks

And she very demure, she knowing I'm not insecure, I'm letting her twerk

Hit the jewelry store, I'm rocking shit clearer than water, pure like a virgin

Expressway, you hear that V12 engine, that's me merging

Don't stop and chat on corners no more, I blow by on purpose

Run through the light, I got my pipe, you niggas make me nervous

My homie still serving, Swerve, still swerving

Can't extend my hand, I learned from that, your mans will do you dirty

I had remorse when making purchases, even though I earned it

But fuck 'em, still tote Glock with 30, just in case he murders

Will God test me, stretch a nigga close to me? I worry

Got broski number on speed dial, pull up in a hurry

If ever it's you or me, I'm choosing me, won't show no mercy

I filled the stat sheet for NLMB, hang up my jersey

Told legendary stories in my verses, know they heard of me

I got some killers that won't blitz 'til they get the word from me

I won't never, ever switch and you might snitch, I don't believe it

I'm really rich, but that ain't shit, I'll catch a murder in first degree (Uh, uh, uh)

Spent my whole life with skis

I saw a rifle, take it lightly, freeze

Rocking GFazo Nikes

Who you know make shit viral like me?

Started off small, now I'm out of your league

When it's all said and done, I might get a B

And you know I'm grateful, 'cause where I came from, they don't mention your name with elite

Rain, snow, or sleet, I remain a G

I ain't let money change me

Niggas complainin' instead of making a way, but ain't feel more pain as me

That shit crazy

Crazy

That shit crazy

It's crazy

That shit crazy

That shit crazy

Shit crazy

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