Death Row By G Herbo
DY Krazy
I’m in the A right now
I had to get that [?] real quick, man
Fallin’ back [?], yo
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, I’m Pac tho (Thug Life, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
Herbo really quiet, I can’t lie ’bout my cheddar tho’
Really was outside, on the nine, reaper with us
No [?] I got five on my schedule
So if I take outside, come outside how I tell her
I ain’t regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollars sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella, tell her give me some
I respect you don’t address me like I’m anyone
Bitches mad she think that she got her titties done
Oh she a dime in her city, uh? (Uh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, uh?
You ain’t chosin’ niggas, you get diamonds any y’all
Run away girl, I can line up with twenty of ’em
But that hoe so fine, it don’t [?] me nothin’
Bro if you tryna smash, she ain’t give you nothin’
Still gotta slide in my ride, with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can’t have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real)
Nigga
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, I’m Pac tho
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know (It’s what it is)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch)
All that dumb shit I did, really wasn’t worth it tho’
Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody [?] tho’
I wasn’t thinking ’bout the consequences, it was workin’ tho’
I jump here first in the trap but I hear that bitch twerkin’ tho’ (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin’ for? Tell me what you lurkin’ for? (Yeah)
He just gettin’ money, what you got murkin’ for? (Fuck nigga)
Seein’ niggas fake and that shit urkin’ tho’ (That shit urkin’)
But I’ma pull up on ’em when it’s perfect tho’
I can tell you where [?] but you can’t search it tho’
Hands greasy by that chicken like I’m Churches tho’
City bad but my block was like the worst tho’
I collect out to my Glock inside the church tho’
Summertime like the hood havin’ curses
I ain’t never lied in my verses
I ain’t never lied when I’m murkin’ it
Couple opps say he survive after surgeries
I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
Nigga living like a thug, I’m Pac tho’ (Like I’m Pac, nigga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho’
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Uh)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know (Swerve)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo)
Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule