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G Herbo – Spam To Lamb Lyrics

Spam To Lamb By G Herbo

(Uh)
I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams
(For real)
Now I’m the richest nigga in my fam
(For real)
40% goes straight to Uncle Sam
(Fuck It)
But that ain’t shit I’m out here goin ham
(Fuck It)
Lamb Chop dinners I come straight from Spam
(Nigga)
Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims
(Scraped em)
Mil talks with some real boss niggas
Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga

Zay in here with me that’s cloth talk nigga
Me, Mir and JB that’s boo talk nigga
And yeah we all fall out but we ain’t gon fall off nigga
Niggas say this and that but you know that’s all talk nigga
I don’t stress nothing on the fine or the case that’s small talk
Can’t come kick it with us fuck nigga your balls soft (aye)
5, 10, 15K that’s what the doll cost nigga
I don’t ever get no IG beef I logoff on niggas (G HERBO)
In the Porsche truck I’m high can’t see my front lights got the fog
Never lived in a neighborhood nice like this all my life bout to jog
My nigga bout to buy his mama a house cuz I don’t ball hog
I came from nothing, young nigga got millions in my call log (Ms)
We was riding high cars like 11, 12 (11, 12 )
High speed chase crash, 2nd time in jail (2nd time in jail)
4th of July in the hood I went back to Hell
But I still blend in with my killers though they treat me well

(Uh)
I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams
(For real)
Now I’m the richest nigga in my fam
(For real)
40% goes straight to Uncle Sam
(Fuck It)
But that ain’t shit I’m out here goin ham
(Fuck It)
Lamb Chop dinners I come straight from Spam
(Nigga)
Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims
(Scraped em)
Mil talks with some real boss niggas
Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga

We don’t know no Ls we just throw up Ls
We was worn well I know how to throw em well
Talking slang cuz they’ll tell
Pull up, meet us by the Shell
My first curve through the mail I was nervous as hell
My first show 10,000 fans I was nervous a lil
Smoking OG in a swisher rock that bitch I faced my fear
Rockin shit I made a career, ain’t about what I made in a year
Been through shit but I’m here
Everybody say I’m top tier
I ain’t even really blossomed for real
Made a mil but I be grinding like it’s impossible still
Shining like I ain’t lose no diamonds, I ain’t even got em for real
Fighting a case I ain’t left since May but that shit ain’t stopping me still
I’m in the stu at night like, I’m in the stu at night like
I ain’t got 200 songs on tuck
I don’t give a fuck I’ll blow in broad daylight like I ain’t that nigga or something
Put it away like I ain’t even make that cake like I’m Jigga or something
Niggas’ll return to Denby lookin at me like he giving me something

(Uh)
I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams
(For real)
Now I’m the richest nigga in my fam
(For real)
40 % goes straight to Uncle Sam
(Fuck It)
But that ain’t shit I’m out here goin ham
(Fuck It)
Lamb Chop dinners I come straight from Spam
(Nigga)
Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims
(Scraped em)
Mil talks with some real boss niggas
Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga