(Daddy, I wanna be on your new album)
Big G Herbo, Big Swerve, Swerve, Swervo, the biggest Swerve
You know I been that
I been that nigga, for real
All my life, man, everything I ever did, I was good at it
Good or bad, and I stayed ten toes
I'm still ten toes
Takin' what come wit' it
And I'm only gettin' better, you know?
Still at this shit
And don't none of this should get me excited
Therefore, I don't get upset if I don't get invited
That's why if I don't feel respect, then flames get ignited
It ain't about check, then I'm not interested, I can't hide it
I'm not respondin' to your text message, I don't like it
You not my bro, if I don't love you, I don't gotta fight you
And if it's smoke, you already know, pull out that lighter, strike it
I gotta move righteous
I been losin' sleep every night, I heard they wanna indict us (let's get it)
Used to hunt and eat niggas 'til we got the 'itus
They ain't know my heart was darkest 'cause I was the lightest (word)
Caught a pistol case with Marcus and I claimed my shit (damn)
They sent him upstate for parole, I bonded out the same night
'Cause I always had motion, that's the shit they ain't like (f*ck it)
And I always been a soldier, can't go out without a fight (No Limit)
And the way G Fazo died, that's how I knew niggas wasn't right
If I feel a funny vibe, we killin' everything in sight (grrt)
Had an air mattress goin' to sleep, and all I seen was mice
Now I feel like Veeze, fifties pink, blue hunnids, red beans and rice
Ain't get no Z's, I'm up, makin' cheese every single night
Watch eighty G's, neck two hundred G's, I wearin' that shootin' dice
Walk in the strip club, I don't wanna leave, Miami my vice
I blow a fifty, make it look so easy 'cause that shit was slight (uh)
Even though I'm sleazy, got her weak, pleadin', I'm her Kryptonite
I ball seven days a week, but I been still try and get it right (Swerv)
I'm still livin' fast, though (Swerv)
I was broke before, now I'm like, where my past go? (Swerv)
Credit like seven somethin', but I still paid in cash, though (Swerv)
I'ma walk in the bank and get everything I asked for (Swerv)
I can't listen to you niggas, that shit's so trash
Still ain't went number one on Billboard
But I been havin' the streets on smash, though (ten years straight)
I can't love no ho 'cause it ain't gon' last
I caught her sneakin', takin' a pic, no flash, then put me on blast
The lil' bitch bad, though
I'm still f*cked up 'bout my past
I'm outside smokin', thinkin', I'm just f*ckin' up the dash (ridin')
And I got my MAC, keep my MAC
And I ain't givin' niggas no pass 'cause they won't give me no pass (yeah)
I used to be wakin' up in a cell, ain't know that I crashed (for real)
Now I'm wakin' up in the hills and bein' a dad
Before I walk in the buildin', they advance it
Bossed up my lifestyle, I enhanced it
(G Herbo, Swerv)
Like, I'm really just like
Lay into you 'cause like, I really wanna f*ck with you
I'm just like tryna roll up, not really gettin' my ass home with you
Like I don't know what you really want from me
But you gotta tell me what the f*ck you really want from me, for real
'Cause I don't really know what's goin' on with you
Say, twin
You know it walk two times
Ain't no checkin' in 'less you check in with big Boo Whizzle
G Herbo - Big Swerv Album Lyrics
G Herbo - Big Swerv Lyrics
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright, Matthew-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In the A
[ Featuring 21 Savage ]
Big Boo was in this bitch
That muhf*cker trim, twin (yeah)
Ayy Sizzle, this shit gettin' easy out the box, on foenem
Trim
We might gotta put this before pullin' up, trim
We pullin' up, trim
Hmm, spirals, goin' viral
Cash, money comin' in like Baby and 'em (whew)
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Baby and 'em
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Slime and 'em (free Spider)
21, his truck in front, I'm right behind him (right behind him)
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Sizzle and 'em
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Pluto (go)
I'm solo in the two-door, I left the club with two hoes
In Magic throwin' rolls, in Onyx throwin' rolls
I spent a dub, oh
I'm feelin' drunk, finna throw up, can't get it on my clothes
I'm fresh as f*ck, I'm rockin' Dior head to my toe (Swerv)
I don't feel like fallin' asleep, where we at? I don't know (where we at?)
These bitches followin' us wherever we go, so drop the lo'
We havin' a lotta (a lotta), we havin' choppers (grrah)
Crowd stoppas (uh, uh, uh)
Securin' the vibes, it's a lotta (it's a lot of 'em)
Top droppers (top droppers), get on top of 'em (get on top of 'em)
I miss Copper
Hundred bops, outside takin' shots, shakin' ass, makin' it pop
Do it fast, don't stop (don't stop)
Do it slow, let me know, pull up, it's me and folks (go)
If it's water, I wanna float, dive in, backstrokes (ayy)
Let me in, right in, let me do it again
Freaky bitch, I'm callin' her "Twin"
F*ck your IG, send me the fin'
Hula hoop, I'm makin' her spin
Limbo, I'm makin' her bend
Nympho, lil' trim ho
I'm f*ckin' her now, my pants down to my Timbos
Come here, let me have it, I'm here, let me have it
For real, let me have it, I want it, I'm a savage
It's fat, let me smack it, get it wet, I'ma attack it
It's stacked, gotta tax it, I'm in another bracket
Cash, money comin' in like Baby and 'em (whew)
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Baby and 'em
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Slime and 'em (free Spider)
21, his truck in front, I'm right behind him (right behind)
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Sizzle and 'em (yeah)
I'm in the A, havin' my way like Pluto (go)
I'm solo in the two-door, I left the club with two hoes
In Magic throwin' rolls, in Onyx throwin' rolls
Drunk bitch, don't get that liquor on my clothes
Bulletproof Maybach, cost two-hundred bows
Up eight figures, still a wipe a nigga nose
Y'all done hyped him up, knowin' that he told
Nothin' but ARPs when I hit the road
One-point-two, I get that shit a show
Skrrt-skrrt, scrape the corners of that bowl
Every angle in your ho
On a regular phone, you must be them folks
What he talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I don't know
Say he a killer, only pop out when it's hoes
How you a killer? You don't pop out when it's smoke, nigga
All my cars geeked up like they on dope, nigga
Ain't no easin' up, I got 'em on the ropes, nigga
Just another day, I'm cruisin' 'round the A, yeah
Just another day, it's me and my AK
Hit her one time, she keep callin' me "Bae"
Told her "Stop," she got blocked, feel some type of way
They do it out of love, nigga, I don't gotta pay
Pressure wash a nigga hood, let it spray
Young nigga, and I'm filthy rich every day
Act like you gon' drop your nuts, you gon' lay
Savage get the money, Chi-Chi get the yay
Glock party in the hood, they gon' wave
I remember thuggin' days, I ain't bathed
Runnin' from the police, tryin' not to get tased
Now I got a mansion with the big ol' gates
You plan on comin' over, bitch, make sure you shave
Imagine us, spirals
Feelin' like we livin'
Good, great
Trim
Sue me
You won't get shit
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Brown, Sheyaa Bin Abraham Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trim
Uh
Uh
Uh (yeah)
G Herbo
Yeah
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
Now I can't tell who real or fake
Blam his face and fight the state, yeah, that's just give or take
Double the cake I spent on bonds, I spent on real estate
I can spend that on my block (my block)
I don't even be on my block (my block)
Ridin' dirty, I don't own my Glock
I can't have no dirt on me, rose from the mud, now I'm at the top
I been countin' dirty money, a mill' in dubs, take it to the lot (ayy)
And I'm solo in that truck
I was supposed to bend in that drop
And I'm icy like a f*ck
I got emeralds mixed with rocks
Pull up, foreign whip, swervin' (Swerve)
Bentley coupe, swervin (Swerve)
Black truck, Suburban
Bulletproof, I'm nervous
On my strip, I served it
Shots let off, I heard it
I got rich off words, shit just ain't words
Mix up my words now I'm like
I'm like, should I hit the club? I might
I got all these guns, alright
I might spend a dub at Highlight
I'm with all these thugs, aren't I?
They still show me love, I like it
I stay with them thugs, don't I?
You wanna leave with us, don't lie
Bitches be fiendin' for us, we sleepin' for what?
They dreamin' of us, you schemin' for f*cks
I'm thinkin' 'bout bucks, you thinkin' of bucks, you thinkin' of us, uh
If you talkin' 'bout cash, we got it
And we ready blast, we 'bout it
Relationships can't last without it
Bitch, got left in the past, she doubt it
And that paper, I'm crashin' 'bout it
Parkin' lots, I'm smashin' out (skrrt)
Left wrist, it cost a hundred
And the sun, keep dancin' 'round it
Don't no nigga owe me nothin' (ayy)
If I trust 'em, they around me
It ain't even no water 'round me
But I popped out like I'm drownin'
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
I just had a big win and got another win (another one)
Blew five hundred with my friends, I spent a Cullinan
I bought twin a spinnin' wheel because he love to spin (he love to spin)
Sizzle, that's my evil twin, but folks, my other twin
If he old, I told him, "Run that"
Told him, "Relax when that gun clap"
Yeah, that's 'cause I done that
Ran through millions with the gang, I done been there, done that
Niggas trippin' 'bout a chain, I went bought my son that (G Herbo)
And if it's smoke, you know we on that (we on that), ayy
Hit me for a remix, the shit gettin' lit, you know I'm on that (I'm on it), ayy
Rich, but still equipped with Glocks and sticks, you know I'm on that (I'm on that)
I be goin' through shit, I must admit, but I don't show that, ayy
If I wasn't Swerv, they wouldn't be on my dick, you know I know that, ayy
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
Ayy, Drench, drench him, got yo' ass drenched
Ayy cuz, you swerve, you love to swerve accidents, huh?
Grrt, grrt, ayy, Drench, Drench, get him (come here)
Get your ass
Uh
Uh (yeah)
G Herbo
Yeah
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
Now I can't tell who real or fake
Blam his face and fight the state, yeah, that's just give or take
Double the cake I spent on bonds, I spent on real estate
I can spend that on my block (my block)
I don't even be on my block (my block)
Ridin' dirty, I don't own my Glock
I can't have no dirt on me, rose from the mud, now I'm at the top
I been countin' dirty money, a mill' in dubs, take it to the lot (ayy)
And I'm solo in that truck
I was supposed to bend in that drop
And I'm icy like a f*ck
I got emeralds mixed with rocks
Pull up, foreign whip, swervin' (Swerve)
Bentley coupe, swervin (Swerve)
Black truck, Suburban
Bulletproof, I'm nervous
On my strip, I served it
Shots let off, I heard it
I got rich off words, shit just ain't words
Mix up my words now I'm like
I'm like, should I hit the club? I might
I got all these guns, alright
I might spend a dub at Highlight
I'm with all these thugs, aren't I?
They still show me love, I like it
I stay with them thugs, don't I?
You wanna leave with us, don't lie
Bitches be fiendin' for us, we sleepin' for what?
They dreamin' of us, you schemin' for f*cks
I'm thinkin' 'bout bucks, you thinkin' of bucks, you thinkin' of us, uh
If you talkin' 'bout cash, we got it
And we ready blast, we 'bout it
Relationships can't last without it
Bitch, got left in the past, she doubt it
And that paper, I'm crashin' 'bout it
Parkin' lots, I'm smashin' out (skrrt)
Left wrist, it cost a hundred
And the sun, keep dancin' 'round it
Don't no nigga owe me nothin' (ayy)
If I trust 'em, they around me
It ain't even no water 'round me
But I popped out like I'm drownin'
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
I just had a big win and got another win (another one)
Blew five hundred with my friends, I spent a Cullinan
I bought twin a spinnin' wheel because he love to spin (he love to spin)
Sizzle, that's my evil twin, but folks, my other twin
If he old, I told him, "Run that"
Told him, "Relax when that gun clap"
Yeah, that's 'cause I done that
Ran through millions with the gang, I done been there, done that
Niggas trippin' 'bout a chain, I went bought my son that (G Herbo)
And if it's smoke, you know we on that (we on that), ayy
Hit me for a remix, the shit gettin' lit, you know I'm on that (I'm on it), ayy
Rich, but still equipped with Glocks and sticks, you know I'm on that (I'm on that)
I be goin' through shit, I must admit, but I don't show that, ayy
If I wasn't Swerv, they wouldn't be on my dick, you know I know that, ayy
Pullin' up, trim (trim)
Herbo on some shit, he in that Rolls-Royce again (trim)
I went bought a Benz, then I bought another Benz (trim)
Niggas think I lost, but I just helped my brothers win (trim)
Ayy, Drench, drench him, got yo' ass drenched
Ayy cuz, you swerve, you love to swerve accidents, huh?
Grrt, grrt, ayy, Drench, Drench, get him (come here)
Get your ass
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ten
[ Featuring Sexyy Red ]
Drench (yo, Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Yeah, uh (uh, uh, go, Big Oz on the keyboard and shit)
Uh, G Herbo
Big Swerv
What it is? What it do?
Go
Yeah, that bitch bad, got all the bags, she always in Hermès (Birkin bag)
And she a ride or die, stayed by my side whole time I was fightin' the feds
And she don't give no f*ck, she'll beat a ho up 'cause she standin' on what she said (beat her)
Always suckin' me up, love givin' me head, she a freak like Sexyy Red (go)
Five-star bitch, boolin', thuggin' with my friends (Sexyy)
Caught that lil' girl, my nigga dropped the pin (grraow)
We slidin' off in traffic, I'm usually in the Benz (yoom)
Threw them bitches off, we hoppin' out them vans (skrrt-skrrt)
And I'ma ride for my nigga, held him down when he did that bid
My nigga know I'm a hundred, I'm chuckin' that on my kids (on Blood)
F*ckin' with big sexyy, I turn you, bae, you gon' win
Tell my niggas stay dangerous 'cause that's just how we live
Gucci purse on, Glock with a dick
Racks in my pocket, I know I'm the shit
Niggas f*ck with Sexyy 'cause I'm a gangster bitch (Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy)
Me and Herbo thuggin', we both got matchin' blicks (yeah)
Pull up in the Demon (yoom)
We committin' sins (we committin' sins)
We be gettin' it in (gettin' it in)
Damn, this bitch a ten (she a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (she a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Everybody say she mean (she mean, huh?)
She won't even grin (huh?)
Her ex-nigga lost (lost)
She gon' help me win (go)
She f*ck with a boss (a boss)
Nothin' less than a Benz (skrrt)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
That lil' bitch a ten (a ten)
Whenever it's lit, you know I'm in
Mask and a blick 'cause you know I spin
When she get with me, we on anything
Play on any team, you know I'ma win
Money ain't nothin', I spendin' a band (a hundred)
She like f*ckin' again and again (I love it)
Gangster bitch, she link with gang, her clique the same, they all twins
Make it rain and thunder just like shade (like shade), that's how I'm ballin' (I'm ballin')
Hit her with a new AP, a chain, then hit the mall with ten
Range 'cause we came at the same time, we all in
She the type to make you tat' her name and never call again (yoom)
Gucci purse on, Glock with a dick
Racks in my pocket, I know I'm the shit
Niggas f*ck with Sexyy 'cause I'm a gangster bitch
Me and Herbo thuggin', we both got matchin' blicks (yeah)
Pull up in the Demon (yoom)
We committin' sins (we committin' sins)
We be gettin' it in (gettin' it in)
Damn, this bitch a ten (she a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (she a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Everybody say she mean (she mean, huh?)
She won't even grin (huh?)
Her ex-nigga lost (lost)
She gon' help me win (go)
She f*ck with a boss (a boss)
Nothin' less than a Benz (skrrt)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
Damn, this bitch a ten (a ten)
That lil' bitch a ten (a ten)
It's Big Opp, man, free the f*ckin' water, man
We forever grindin', it's forever a go
Free Mally, man, drench shit
Writer: Christian Derrick Fox, Daniel Ivy, Herbert Randall Wright III, Jane Wherry
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Influence
(DJ Bandz)
Uh, uh
(Now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
Big Swervwizzle (uh)
It's a go, uh (uh)
Yup, yup
Big G Herbo, all I care about is runnin' up my digits
'Cause niggas bitches, I was out here gettin' vicious (ayy)
Gave my favorite opp stitches (you know that), that was way before switches (on foenem)
We was friends 'til he got up on the stand as a witness
Goddamn, niggas chasin' everything except riches
Stop playin', made my first ten M's, no advance
My account seen enhancement, now I'm puttin' Lambs in transit (skrrt)
When I talked to Bandz, he told me run it up, so I ran it (I ran it up)
Millions in my will for real, so my kids don't gotta panic (at all)
Used to be on my block trappin', I ain't no bandit (I ain't no bandit)
High school, had a hundred racks, stack my shit up, rubber band it
It was me, Mally, and Maxx strapped up in a Panoramic
All facts, been havin' sack
Every ho I f*ck candy
I be still flyin' to the 'Raq
Bulletproof truck when I landed
Foenem trailin' me back to back
Know they gon' protect Randy
Keep a ten milli' in my lap
Yeah, this bitch might come in handy (just might)
I be hearin' 'em say my name
I just tell 'em take advantage
Aim this bitch and shoot like James
Plus we both left-handed
Street nigga, it's in my veins
All I know is take chances
We'll test the opp brain like he graduated from Kansas
And she love me 'cause I'm famous, but she always say I'm handsome (ayy)
Set him up because he lame, now we holdin' his ass for ransom
You ain't even havin' change, spent it all on your chains
You lil' niggas is insane, I just charge it to the game
I pull up in that Mulsane, don't be mergin' in my lane
Dog in me, I can't tame it
You ain't never felt pain 'cause my block was like a range
Nothin' but .40 Glocks flamin' (fah)
ARP, it speak Spanish
We made all the opps vanish (grrt)
I be tellin' them the truth
I be tryna help the youth
Touch her pussy in the booth
She already know I mannish
And I'm big like Zeus
Drinkin' liquor like it's juice
I went porcelain, they new
I spent 3K a tooth
Went against all the rules
Now I'm never ever losin'
I got all kind of tools
And I still wanna use 'em (come on)
Old Glock .22 and I still wanna use it
I'll spray the whole crew
Wave my hand like it's confusin'
I bought all kind of jewels
It be hard to choose 'em
Got a safe full of blues 'cause that shit is enthusin'
Got a lot full of V's, couple Verts like Uzi
Better not think that I'm snoozin'
You get put on the news (on the news ASAP)
I'll leave shit oozin'
In a foreign whip cruizin'
High-speed on a trooper
Then post up like Boozer
Never know how I maneuver
I can't show 'em what I'm doin' (never)
Really live like a hooper
Keep a nick' like Ewing (like Pat Ewing)
We don't leave beef brewin'
Millions in off tourin'
Only gotta do a few of them
Touch six like Zoo 'nem
Big Swerv, I'm really him
I be flexin' out the gym
Ride factory, no rims
Get a ho right out her SKIMS
She just might get a Benz (ayy)
Have blood knock off your limbs
Had blood all on my Timbs
That's why I influence them, uh, Swerv
Man, it's big Rick Dog, man
No Limit, Drench Gang, man
Uh, uh
(Now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
Big Swervwizzle (uh)
It's a go, uh (uh)
Yup, yup
Big G Herbo, all I care about is runnin' up my digits
'Cause niggas bitches, I was out here gettin' vicious (ayy)
Gave my favorite opp stitches (you know that), that was way before switches (on foenem)
We was friends 'til he got up on the stand as a witness
Goddamn, niggas chasin' everything except riches
Stop playin', made my first ten M's, no advance
My account seen enhancement, now I'm puttin' Lambs in transit (skrrt)
When I talked to Bandz, he told me run it up, so I ran it (I ran it up)
Millions in my will for real, so my kids don't gotta panic (at all)
Used to be on my block trappin', I ain't no bandit (I ain't no bandit)
High school, had a hundred racks, stack my shit up, rubber band it
It was me, Mally, and Maxx strapped up in a Panoramic
All facts, been havin' sack
Every ho I f*ck candy
I be still flyin' to the 'Raq
Bulletproof truck when I landed
Foenem trailin' me back to back
Know they gon' protect Randy
Keep a ten milli' in my lap
Yeah, this bitch might come in handy (just might)
I be hearin' 'em say my name
I just tell 'em take advantage
Aim this bitch and shoot like James
Plus we both left-handed
Street nigga, it's in my veins
All I know is take chances
We'll test the opp brain like he graduated from Kansas
And she love me 'cause I'm famous, but she always say I'm handsome (ayy)
Set him up because he lame, now we holdin' his ass for ransom
You ain't even havin' change, spent it all on your chains
You lil' niggas is insane, I just charge it to the game
I pull up in that Mulsane, don't be mergin' in my lane
Dog in me, I can't tame it
You ain't never felt pain 'cause my block was like a range
Nothin' but .40 Glocks flamin' (fah)
ARP, it speak Spanish
We made all the opps vanish (grrt)
I be tellin' them the truth
I be tryna help the youth
Touch her pussy in the booth
She already know I mannish
And I'm big like Zeus
Drinkin' liquor like it's juice
I went porcelain, they new
I spent 3K a tooth
Went against all the rules
Now I'm never ever losin'
I got all kind of tools
And I still wanna use 'em (come on)
Old Glock .22 and I still wanna use it
I'll spray the whole crew
Wave my hand like it's confusin'
I bought all kind of jewels
It be hard to choose 'em
Got a safe full of blues 'cause that shit is enthusin'
Got a lot full of V's, couple Verts like Uzi
Better not think that I'm snoozin'
You get put on the news (on the news ASAP)
I'll leave shit oozin'
In a foreign whip cruizin'
High-speed on a trooper
Then post up like Boozer
Never know how I maneuver
I can't show 'em what I'm doin' (never)
Really live like a hooper
Keep a nick' like Ewing (like Pat Ewing)
We don't leave beef brewin'
Millions in off tourin'
Only gotta do a few of them
Touch six like Zoo 'nem
Big Swerv, I'm really him
I be flexin' out the gym
Ride factory, no rims
Get a ho right out her SKIMS
She just might get a Benz (ayy)
Have blood knock off your limbs
Had blood all on my Timbs
That's why I influence them, uh, Swerv
Man, it's big Rick Dog, man
No Limit, Drench Gang, man
Writer: Danil Kukanov, Demetrius Bell, Devante Richmond, Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Splat
We outside, never inside, man
Free the G Gilly, man, free The Water, free Mally, man, yah
Ayy
Never, uh
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Ayy, never, ayy
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 mills off shit got nothin' to do with rap (Swerv)
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 f*ck '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 f*ck 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 f*cked every ho in Atlanta like I f*cked every ho in the 'Raq
Yeah, you know it's me, Big Herbie 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 smacked the Track' (skrrt)
That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to act"
She straightened up, I bend her over, f*cked 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 (Swerv)
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 smacked the Track' (skrrt)
That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got a act"
She straightened up, I bend her over, f*cked around and cracked her back
Read the f*ckin' comments
Y'all talkin' 'bout it's "Just G Herbo"
Just G Her-? Bitch, it's Herbo, what the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout?
Talkin' 'bout Yosohn daddy?
His son ain't gotta want for nothin', on foenem grave (Southside on the track, yeah)
Free the G Gilly, man, free The Water, free Mally, man, yah
Ayy
Never, uh
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Ayy, never, ayy
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 mills off shit got nothin' to do with rap (Swerv)
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 f*ck '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 f*ck 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 f*cked every ho in Atlanta like I f*cked every ho in the 'Raq
Yeah, you know it's me, Big Herbie 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 smacked the Track' (skrrt)
That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to act"
She straightened up, I bend her over, f*cked 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 (Swerv)
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 smacked the Track' (skrrt)
That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got a act"
She straightened up, I bend her over, f*cked around and cracked her back
Read the f*ckin' comments
Y'all talkin' 'bout it's "Just G Herbo"
Just G Her-? Bitch, it's Herbo, what the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout?
Talkin' 'bout Yosohn daddy?
His son ain't gotta want for nothin', on foenem grave (Southside on the track, yeah)
Writer: Arman Akopian, Ashot Akopian, Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shoot
[ Featuring Skilla Baby ]
(Banger)
(Bangers Music Group)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Ha, hmm
I'm in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter fact, you see 'em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (you see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pussy
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (you better shoot, come on)
Ayy
They outside, you know what to do
Backseat, hop out, in the street, pick a group
Niggas hoes, post tweets, say he see me, what he do?
So I must ain't see you, you see me? Nigga, shoot
Eyes bloody, I see red, know niggas that bang blue
Mindset better be shootin' outside, mine be shootin' shit up too
Drop the top on the coupe outside, waitin' on a f*ck nigga to lose
"I heard Herbo ain't that nigga," waitin' a f*ck nigga to prove it
Wide awake, we caught him snoozin'
Like N.W.A, we ruthless
Know my opps feelin' hopeless, grab the 'Lac and bulletproofed it
Shoot, shoot, shoot (you see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pussy
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (you better shoot, pussy)
I'm in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter fact, you see 'em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (you see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pussy
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (you better shoot)
If you see me, you better shoot, what you think I'ma do
If I see you? If I see you, I see you (ha)
Niggas be sendin' death threats, but they know I'm a killer too
These niggas ain't tryna beef, they tryna sue
In my city, I'm known to kill the who's who or who's who
I up my blick with a smirk, they gon' run when we shoot
Pull up, fah-fah-fah, whip bangin' "Who want Smoke?"
How you 'posed to beef with me and you a ho? Huh?
I'm out here, ridin' with a MAC-10, I'm tryna get 'em smacked, twin
Hit a nigga in his head then pull up to the 'Raq, twin
All my blickies got a switchy, I don't ever lack, twin
Doggy said he wanted smoke and got smoked, man, what happened?
I'm in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter fact, you see 'em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (you see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pussy
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (you better shoot, come on)
You see the opps, you better shoot
Writer: Herbert Wright III, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Pics
[ Featuring Chief Keef ]
I'm in mode (I can't be angry George)
Bitch, you thinkin' small (turn right onto Southwest 31st Street)
When you need to be thinkin' big
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch (haha)
Think big, bitch (hahaha, uh)
Uh, uh, ayy (what's up, moe?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, ayy
Uh, Swerv
Walkin' out the crib (let's get it)
I got on that shit, hop in that shit, that's how I live
I don't drive stick, I got a stick sittin' by my rib
I don't wanna hop out drillin' no more, I got kids (ya dig)
Said I wasn't gon' tote no pistols no more, but I did (ya dig)
Cash raisin', swipin' cards, and I spend that shit (I'll spend that shit)
I'm so crazy, go retarded at the dealership (G Herbo)
Said I wasn't gon' f*ck that check up no more, but I did (I did it)
Send that cake, I'll sign the paperwork, then I just slid (ayy)
I ain't even had no time for that, Swerv
Fleet sittin' in the driveway, I spent one-point-five for that, Swerv
Two hundred on a highway, and my wrist cost half of that, Swerv (you know it)
Talk about me, he died for that, I ain't even spend a dime for that
Glisses on my wrist, got all these bitches on my dick
While all these bitches on my dick, I spent like a nickel on my fit
I got sixty in my ears, it's like five-sixty for this kit
None of you niggas better not blitz 'cause we got switches on these Glicks (brrt)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please
No pics, please
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
No pics, please
Ayy, no interviews
No pics, please (please)
No interviews
No pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics, please)
No pics, please (no pics, please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics, please)
No pics, please (ayy, no pics, please, ayy)
That outside the crib, I paid a couple mil' for that (bitch)
You gon' eat a lemo kiwi, catch you stealin' that (bitch)
Racks up in my pocket, pistol where my hip was at (nigga)
Bronem sendin' bullets, we goin' tit for tat (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Be cool what you say 'cause foenem might just kill your ass (pitiful)
Niggas said they drillin', well Chiraq invented that (hah)
I got my click it clack a nigga tryna chitter chat (sku-duh-sku)
These young niggas will take your life, and go see what they can get for that
Chief So be ballin', now my granny tell me, "Put it back" (granny)
This bitch still gon' want the cash, and I can't wipe my nuts with that (bitch)
Nigga, ain't no f*ckin' refunds, you can't get your money back (money)
My lil' cousin spinnin', washer machine in the laundromat (no)
That lil' ho ain't none but leftovers, I been done with that (done)
They like, "How the f*ck you make a Sprite look like Cognac?" (Hah)
They like, "How the f*ck you make a Sprite look like Beanie Man?" (Hah)
Niggas think I'm with the mob, I'm gettin' this fettuccini in (what's up, bitch?)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics)
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please
No pics, please
Ayy, no pics, please (please)
No pics, please
Ayy, no interviews
No pics, please (please)
No interviews
No pics, please (please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics, please)
No pics, please (no pics, please)
Ayy, no pics, please (no pics, please)
No pics, please (ayy, no pics, please, ayy)
Writer: George David Lee, Herbert Randall Wright III, Keith Cozart, Mikel Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Global Spinning
[ Featuring BabyDrill ]
(When you see us, you know we mean business)
You know that, gang shit, every time
Everything a go, man, it's forever a go
It's forever a green on our end
Shit gon' go through, racked up, sacked up
Savage life, though
That's all we know, on bro
G Herbo, big G Herbo, Swerv
Real gangster, you know that (you know that)
We don't act tough on the 'net
We don't coexist with rats
And we ride 'til it go flat
I know savages rich and they flex
You f*ck around, slide and get you a check (yeah)
Nicknamed an opp "Paralyzed," caught two to the spine and two to the neck (bah, bah)
I been on my side, where you was at?
I'm f*ckin' 'round, drivin' the two-door 'Vette
Whoever in traffic, you know we like that
Pull on the right side, make a wreck
Had a shoe box in my mama house, like fifty thou' and a baby TEC
Had another hundred tied in with Rap and another two hundred we could go collect (go get it)
I ain't even talkin' 'bout rap, talkin' 'bout Rap, my brother, we was still trappin'
He was doin' all that yappin', saw him out in public and we clapped him (boom)
I'm in Cali good, gettin' rich, the streets was a distraction
I just made like one-point-five off Instagram and copy captions (Swerv)
Don't even think I'm bappin'
Told BabyDrill I'm Big 4L, too much blood for a napkin
We up, forever lastin' (BabyDrill)
I dropped the Lego in the Drac', turned to automatic
If rap don't work, pickin' up that fire, hoppin' out the backseat, young crew blastin'
They start the war, I end the war, bitch, we overlap (yeah)
Huh, name a nigga who went against Big 4L and they ain't meet they f*ckin' casket
Hood gangster at heart, nigga, portrayin' the image
Nigga runnin' from smoke, get caught like Ricky
Bitch, I'm four for four with this Glock, no witnesses
Definition of stand on business
Shh, tryna get it out of the street with this rap, but the rap game full of bitches (bitch ass)
Huh, I just bought thirty guns and fifty bags, I fed my trenches
Different breed, piped up all the killers and niggas who scored with me (piped up)
Hood MVP, Drill was out here slidin' and walkin' around with all these millions (BabyDrill)
Blew a ticket right in the trenches like, yeah, you don't know the feelin'
Lil' bro in the back of the 'Lac with a fully, trailin' me in a four-door Bentley
I still might fly to the 'Raq and I'm totin' the strap in my grandma kitchen
Same house like 2013, used to pop out itchin' to go on a mission (ayy, go)
This Drac' and Glock sound great together, call lil' Drill "The Chemist" (Chemist)
Four young niggas in the hot box, ridin' with hot Glocks, tryna catch the killer (hot shit)
Nigga got hit with that hot shit, prayin' they hit, bye-bye, 5.56, they missed him
Every kiss begin with a K, mwah, watch how, watch how this Kel-Tec come kiss him
Catch him a vic' real quick, backdoor him with a bitch 'cause he act like a bitch do (bitch)
Soon as he slip, run up, let off a switch and rip through his tissue (grrah)
Hop in, skrrt off in the whip, he knowin' it's official
I'm tryna give him .448s, he want some 7.62s
Hold on, Swerv
Huh, a tag team, .223 went through his temple (.223)
Hollow eat right through his liver
Bitch, I keep lead on me, I ain't talkin' pencil
Spoke on the dead, now he dead, bitch, we don't play 'bout members (bitch)
Heard they want my head, bitch, I ain't scared, bitch, I went global spinnin'
(When you see us, you know we mean business)
Writer: Deandre Woods, DelQuiristo Wilson, Herbert Randall Wright III, Pierre Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Drunk AF
Liquor had me turnt up, that shit had my mind gone (that shit had my mind gone)
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
That liquor had my mind gone
Ain't even trippin', like how I'm feelin', I was in a zone (I was in a zone)
When I was dressin' up, I was gettin' drunk at home (I was gettin' drunk at home)
I pop out fresh as f*ck, jump in the car, I'm gone (gone)
I'm in that GTS, guess that's what time I'm on (type of time I'm on)
I can't even GPS, these hoes all on my phone (what up?)
I can't even see where I'm at, your bitch all on my phone
(Hello?) yeah, hold on
This bitch a fed, she FaceTime, she ridin' with her friend, she playin' my songs
I'm laughin' hard, I'm f*ckin' her friend, I ain't even say it, I'm playin' along
I'm playin' dumb, I'm rockin' a ski mask, it's lookin' like I'm on the run
I'm havin' fun, I'm hittin' the club, hoppin' out with a handgun (ayy)
That liquor got me turnt up, flexin' like this shit ain't nothin'
This g6 got me turnt up, sweatin' like I was in the sun
Pullin' my bitch hair from the back 'cause she rockin' a bun
You'll get left wherever you at if you ain't on what I'm on
Liquor had me turnt up (turnt up), that shit had my mind gone (that shit had my mind gone)
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
You already know what I be on
Face shot, get him gone (bah, bah)
Countin' money and makin' it long
Havin' drama and takin' it on (havin' drama and takin' it on, ayy)
I don't want a lil' bitch, I'm grown
Bitches prankin', leave 'em alone (these bitches prankin', man, they trolls)
These bitches fakin', leave 'em alone (these bitches stankin', leave 'em alone, I already know)
These bitches stankin', leave 'em alone (these bitches stankin', they hoes)
I get to trippin' and I think (and I think)
I need a drink (I need a drink), I need a drink
Cold world, I need a mink
Bad bitch get on her knees
No, I don't like askin' please
Gangster bitch, she ready to squeeze (for me)
Guess the bitch act just like me (me)
Ready to f*ck it up (f*ck shit up)
I don't even want this bitch, she ready to suck it up (uh)
I don't know what the f*ck happened 'cause I was drunk as f*ck
Last night, I spent that sack, they said we f*cked it up
And I don't know what the f*ck happened 'cause I was drunk as f*ck
Liquor had me turnt up (turnt up), that shit had my mind gone (that shit had my mind gone)
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
You already know what I be on
Face shot, get him gone (bah)
Countin' money and makin' it long
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
That liquor had my mind gone
Ain't even trippin', like how I'm feelin', I was in a zone (I was in a zone)
When I was dressin' up, I was gettin' drunk at home (I was gettin' drunk at home)
I pop out fresh as f*ck, jump in the car, I'm gone (gone)
I'm in that GTS, guess that's what time I'm on (type of time I'm on)
I can't even GPS, these hoes all on my phone (what up?)
I can't even see where I'm at, your bitch all on my phone
(Hello?) yeah, hold on
This bitch a fed, she FaceTime, she ridin' with her friend, she playin' my songs
I'm laughin' hard, I'm f*ckin' her friend, I ain't even say it, I'm playin' along
I'm playin' dumb, I'm rockin' a ski mask, it's lookin' like I'm on the run
I'm havin' fun, I'm hittin' the club, hoppin' out with a handgun (ayy)
That liquor got me turnt up, flexin' like this shit ain't nothin'
This g6 got me turnt up, sweatin' like I was in the sun
Pullin' my bitch hair from the back 'cause she rockin' a bun
You'll get left wherever you at if you ain't on what I'm on
Liquor had me turnt up (turnt up), that shit had my mind gone (that shit had my mind gone)
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
You already know what I be on
Face shot, get him gone (bah, bah)
Countin' money and makin' it long
Havin' drama and takin' it on (havin' drama and takin' it on, ayy)
I don't want a lil' bitch, I'm grown
Bitches prankin', leave 'em alone (these bitches prankin', man, they trolls)
These bitches fakin', leave 'em alone (these bitches stankin', leave 'em alone, I already know)
These bitches stankin', leave 'em alone (these bitches stankin', they hoes)
I get to trippin' and I think (and I think)
I need a drink (I need a drink), I need a drink
Cold world, I need a mink
Bad bitch get on her knees
No, I don't like askin' please
Gangster bitch, she ready to squeeze (for me)
Guess the bitch act just like me (me)
Ready to f*ck it up (f*ck shit up)
I don't even want this bitch, she ready to suck it up (uh)
I don't know what the f*ck happened 'cause I was drunk as f*ck
Last night, I spent that sack, they said we f*cked it up
And I don't know what the f*ck happened 'cause I was drunk as f*ck
Liquor had me turnt up (turnt up), that shit had my mind gone (that shit had my mind gone)
That's what type of time I'm on (but that's what type of time I'm on)
That's what type of time I'm on (that's what type of time I'm on)
You already know what I be on
Face shot, get him gone (bah)
Countin' money and makin' it long
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen, Matther-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Passes
[ Featuring Rob49 ]
Uh
We don't even talk
So if it's set in stone, shit, what you talkin' for?
This shit should be self-explanatory
We did that
Uh, I was in the trenches, duckin' charges with my mizzat
Speedin' on a hit and wrecked the car, and we got whiplash
When we was goin' hard, the house was harborin' your bitch-ass
And I became a star, I'm like a target with my rich ass
But I shake the streets, can you take the heat? (Uh-uh)
Don't run straight to me (uh-uh)
How the police tryna and question me 'bout puttin' niggas straight to sleep? (Uh-uh)
I'm already tweakin', I'm already greavin'
It's too easy to catch a murder, now I need a reason
I get bag for walkin' out the house, I need a reason
Blow that mag' when niggas start talkin' loud, that's just procedure
Draco hit him less than four feet, now he havin' a seizure
Glizzy flame and hit his brain and now he havin' amnesia
Niggas yellin' out my name and I ain't even meet him (know that)
Niggas claimin' they don't know me, I don't know them either
I was runnin' them streets before you, I ain't even know your people (what up?)
Before niggas was feastin', pull up, ski mask, eat 'em
I can't lie, the trenches made me, uh
I can't lie, the projects made me, uh
Yeah, I told 'em, "Stand tall and just don't say nothin'"
You know that I'm here until that case drop, yeah
We don't give niggas, what?
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas (what?)
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas passes
Niggas ain't gettin' past us
We don't give niggas passes (yeah)
Try my best to keep my distance, saw that flaw and overlooked it
Let it go 'cause you my nigga
I ain't wanna said no drugs, but that fast money get addictive
Keep on tellin' me "Let it go," but that shit still f*ck wit' my mental
We both know that wasn't right (yeah)
And that car, I could've died if they would've shot on my side
I was thinkin' 'bout suicide 'cause I ain't had no more life
Only reason I knew he straight 'cause he still pray to Allah (yeah)
I be questionin' why he do that, 'cause he still stuck in the fire
Uh, I ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
Tryna chase these Ms, but I feel like I lost
I don't remember the last time I seen brodie cried
He said he wan' slide 'round there a million times
I can't tell him nothin', see demons in his eyes
Still be tryna motivate my hood, I won't buy the block
And I know they love me on that 'Gram, but hate me in they heart
And I kept my glizzy everywhere, that just the way it was
All I did was give 'em love, niggas never gave me nothin'
I can't lie, the trenches made me, uh
I can't lie, the projects made me, uh
Yeah, I told 'em, "Stand tall and just don't say nothin'"
You know that I'm here until that case drop, yeah
We don't give niggas, what?
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas (what?)
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas passes
We don't give niggas passes
Niggas ain't gettin' past us
We don't give niggas passes
(Dougie on the beat)
Who crowned me Big Swerv? I can't even bap
My right hand, Skinem (go)
I don't even know how it happened, but it happened (go)
No bap
Writer: Douglas Whitehead, Elias Sticken, Herbert Randall Wright III, Rashad Johnson, Robert Coleman Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Spend That Bag
Go
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go)
I was in a hard spot, I was in a dark place
Cuffed in that Crown Vic', posted, tryna dodge strays
Made it out, I feel amazing
Been in shootouts and get grazed
I got rich 'cause I wasn't lazy
Everybody know I'm paid, ha (Swervo, Big G Herbo)
Got up on my grind (pop it)
You cannot outshine me (pop it)
Man, you niggas lyin' (pop it)
My bitch not a dime (stop it)
All these whips ain't mine (stop it)
He ain't got a M in diamonds (stop it)
He ain't gon' blow that iron (stop it)
Go, what we on?
Go, get the hoes on the phone
Go, how long? Go, go, pop it
Talk shit, pop it, rich shit, pop it, thick shit, pop it (what they want us to do?)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (go and get that bag)
Niggas broke as jokes, hand 'em f*ckin' rope
Give a f*ck who choked, 'cause when it's smoke, it's smoke
I pray I give him hope, make these niggas focus
First you see me, then you don't, just like Hocus Pocus
Keep on chains, don't he?
Drownin' in the ocean, make a ho drink potion
Swerve, I'm havin' motion, in case you ain't noticed
Run up, we'll blow this?
When I rap, ain't no diss
Suck a dick, you know this
I got some shit on my shoulders
I'm right back, I'm reloaded
And it's my time to blow it, I feel the signs, I know it
If I go to Hell or Heaven, I'm dyin' a legend on 079, I'm goated
These niggas and bitches know, went up that sack, I tried, told 'em
Rubber band the racks, pockets fat, can't try and fold 'em
I'm just speakin' facts, youngin', I'm just tryna mold 'em
We don't f*ck with rats, free lil' bro, they tryna hold him
We gon' get 'em back 'cause ain't none of mine folded
I got three watches, rose, two of mine golden
Mostly plain Jane's, but a few of mine frozen
Treat this rappin' shit like trappin', that's why I'm the coldest
I'm still gettin' rich off my masters, the f*ck you thought I sold it?
Ha, what we on?
Go, get the hoes on the phone
Go, how long? Go, go (go, go), pop it
Talk shit, pop it, rich shit, pop it, thick shit, pop it (what they want us to do?)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (spend that bag), spend that bag (spend that bag)
Spend that bag (spend that bag), spend that bag (go and get that bag)
He was pickin' up 20K, swerves, man
50K swerves, daily
Out here swervin' in them joints, man, we cried about what niggas died about
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go, go)
Spend that bag (go)
I was in a hard spot, I was in a dark place
Cuffed in that Crown Vic', posted, tryna dodge strays
Made it out, I feel amazing
Been in shootouts and get grazed
I got rich 'cause I wasn't lazy
Everybody know I'm paid, ha (Swervo, Big G Herbo)
Got up on my grind (pop it)
You cannot outshine me (pop it)
Man, you niggas lyin' (pop it)
My bitch not a dime (stop it)
All these whips ain't mine (stop it)
He ain't got a M in diamonds (stop it)
He ain't gon' blow that iron (stop it)
Go, what we on?
Go, get the hoes on the phone
Go, how long? Go, go, pop it
Talk shit, pop it, rich shit, pop it, thick shit, pop it (what they want us to do?)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (go and get that bag)
Niggas broke as jokes, hand 'em f*ckin' rope
Give a f*ck who choked, 'cause when it's smoke, it's smoke
I pray I give him hope, make these niggas focus
First you see me, then you don't, just like Hocus Pocus
Keep on chains, don't he?
Drownin' in the ocean, make a ho drink potion
Swerve, I'm havin' motion, in case you ain't noticed
Run up, we'll blow this?
When I rap, ain't no diss
Suck a dick, you know this
I got some shit on my shoulders
I'm right back, I'm reloaded
And it's my time to blow it, I feel the signs, I know it
If I go to Hell or Heaven, I'm dyin' a legend on 079, I'm goated
These niggas and bitches know, went up that sack, I tried, told 'em
Rubber band the racks, pockets fat, can't try and fold 'em
I'm just speakin' facts, youngin', I'm just tryna mold 'em
We don't f*ck with rats, free lil' bro, they tryna hold him
We gon' get 'em back 'cause ain't none of mine folded
I got three watches, rose, two of mine golden
Mostly plain Jane's, but a few of mine frozen
Treat this rappin' shit like trappin', that's why I'm the coldest
I'm still gettin' rich off my masters, the f*ck you thought I sold it?
Ha, what we on?
Go, get the hoes on the phone
Go, how long? Go, go (go, go), pop it
Talk shit, pop it, rich shit, pop it, thick shit, pop it (what they want us to do?)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (get that bag), spend that bag (get that bag)
Spend that bag (spend that bag), spend that bag (spend that bag)
Spend that bag (spend that bag), spend that bag (go and get that bag)
He was pickin' up 20K, swerves, man
50K swerves, daily
Out here swervin' in them joints, man, we cried about what niggas died about
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Candyman
(Are you still taking painkillers?)
Uh, it's me, the Big G
All the young niggas look up to me and they tell me I'm the G.O.A.T.
And shit, why not? I give 'em hope
Ayy
I told my mama I was gon' get money, I told my mama I was gon' win
Told my mama best friend I was gettin' a Rollie 'fore I was ten, uh (uh, no bap)
And I did
Jumped in the streets at fifteen, I had a cig'
God, forgive me for my sins, was pointin' it right at niggas wigs, uh (bah, ayy)
I know I'm blessed, I ain't do no bid
I was fresh up off a hit, posted up on Essex and shot a vid' (yeah)
Niggas snakes, act like they wanted me to win, but I got rid of them (f*ck 'em)
I ain't never repent for none of my sins 'cause I was gon' sin again (sin again)
Soon as bro called, hop right in that backseat, ready to spin the bend (let's go spin the bend)
When the whips got high, I bought the Benz, just kept on spendin' Benji's (spendin' Benji's)
Slidin' and slidin' and slidin' and slidin' 'cause we just wanted revenge (just wanted revenge)
It wasn't fun no more, they tapped out but we wanted 'em in (wanted 'em in)
Wavin' white flags, we just laughed 'cause we ain't want amends (ha)
We was lettin' you niggas slide 'cause we just want our man (f*ck 'em)
At least a hundred nights I cried when I lost my twin (my twin)
Had to get my swagger back, I ain't want to rap (I ain't even wanna rap)
As soon as you see them niggas clap, that's on Max and Cap (on Cap)
Got to walk in with my strap no matter where I'm at (no matter where I'm at)
Fightin' my imagination, that's a bunch of bap (that's bap)
I get paranoid and question death
Tryna make that bitch go, "Frrt," press the switches left (you know that)
Swerv filthy, think I'm guilty of identity theft? (Come on)
Got a better chance of me smokin' crystal meth (come on now)
Got a better chance of me askin' niggas for help (come on now)
'Cause when I did, they just left, welp, did it by myself, yeah (yeah)
They was tryna sit me on the shelf, yeah (yeah)
Every time I talk to God, I make sure I pray for wealth, yeah (phew)
And I pray for peace, crossin' me bad for your health, yeah
That's to say the least, forty burn his ass like grease
My little blood keep that Blackout at three hundred like Lil' Reese
Havin' dreams about dyin', love my iron like a crease
Vivid nightmares (vivid nightmares)
Opps catchin' me slippin' in my Nike Airs (G Fazos)
Security right there (he's right there)
I can't trust nobody with my life, I'm type scared (I'm scared)
Told my mama can't get rid of my trauma, I gotta wear it (I gotta wear it)
Ain't ashamed of talkin' about this shit, I gotta share it (I gotta share it)
Played the game, went to war with whoever 'cause I ain't care (I ain't care)
Said my name so many times 'til he got filled with led
Yeah, it's Randy man, call me Candyman (Candyman)
Posted on your block deep, feel like Candy Land (shit ain't sweet)
Blitz that shit, go fix that shit, my shooter a handyman (he a handy man)
Don't want no ties to the streets and then I land again (I land again, I'm back)
Go on another streak, there's blood on my hands again (on my hands again, wet)
I wanna send a special thank you out to my mother
First and forth most, shots say replay
That's my mom, who birth me, you know what I'm sayin'
Uh, it's me, the Big G
All the young niggas look up to me and they tell me I'm the G.O.A.T.
And shit, why not? I give 'em hope
Ayy
I told my mama I was gon' get money, I told my mama I was gon' win
Told my mama best friend I was gettin' a Rollie 'fore I was ten, uh (uh, no bap)
And I did
Jumped in the streets at fifteen, I had a cig'
God, forgive me for my sins, was pointin' it right at niggas wigs, uh (bah, ayy)
I know I'm blessed, I ain't do no bid
I was fresh up off a hit, posted up on Essex and shot a vid' (yeah)
Niggas snakes, act like they wanted me to win, but I got rid of them (f*ck 'em)
I ain't never repent for none of my sins 'cause I was gon' sin again (sin again)
Soon as bro called, hop right in that backseat, ready to spin the bend (let's go spin the bend)
When the whips got high, I bought the Benz, just kept on spendin' Benji's (spendin' Benji's)
Slidin' and slidin' and slidin' and slidin' 'cause we just wanted revenge (just wanted revenge)
It wasn't fun no more, they tapped out but we wanted 'em in (wanted 'em in)
Wavin' white flags, we just laughed 'cause we ain't want amends (ha)
We was lettin' you niggas slide 'cause we just want our man (f*ck 'em)
At least a hundred nights I cried when I lost my twin (my twin)
Had to get my swagger back, I ain't want to rap (I ain't even wanna rap)
As soon as you see them niggas clap, that's on Max and Cap (on Cap)
Got to walk in with my strap no matter where I'm at (no matter where I'm at)
Fightin' my imagination, that's a bunch of bap (that's bap)
I get paranoid and question death
Tryna make that bitch go, "Frrt," press the switches left (you know that)
Swerv filthy, think I'm guilty of identity theft? (Come on)
Got a better chance of me smokin' crystal meth (come on now)
Got a better chance of me askin' niggas for help (come on now)
'Cause when I did, they just left, welp, did it by myself, yeah (yeah)
They was tryna sit me on the shelf, yeah (yeah)
Every time I talk to God, I make sure I pray for wealth, yeah (phew)
And I pray for peace, crossin' me bad for your health, yeah
That's to say the least, forty burn his ass like grease
My little blood keep that Blackout at three hundred like Lil' Reese
Havin' dreams about dyin', love my iron like a crease
Vivid nightmares (vivid nightmares)
Opps catchin' me slippin' in my Nike Airs (G Fazos)
Security right there (he's right there)
I can't trust nobody with my life, I'm type scared (I'm scared)
Told my mama can't get rid of my trauma, I gotta wear it (I gotta wear it)
Ain't ashamed of talkin' about this shit, I gotta share it (I gotta share it)
Played the game, went to war with whoever 'cause I ain't care (I ain't care)
Said my name so many times 'til he got filled with led
Yeah, it's Randy man, call me Candyman (Candyman)
Posted on your block deep, feel like Candy Land (shit ain't sweet)
Blitz that shit, go fix that shit, my shooter a handyman (he a handy man)
Don't want no ties to the streets and then I land again (I land again, I'm back)
Go on another streak, there's blood on my hands again (on my hands again, wet)
I wanna send a special thank you out to my mother
First and forth most, shots say replay
That's my mom, who birth me, you know what I'm sayin'
Writer: Herbert Randall Wright III, Julian Chase Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Yup
Special to shoutout her, you know? (Yeah)
'Cause of just buildin' me
To become the man I am and just makin' me stronger
You know what I'm sayin'? Like
And I wanna send a special thank you to my block (yup, yup)
79th and Essex
You know, I got some of the strongest niggas on Earth
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
I told lil' bitch, bring a friend and slide, we f*ck around, vibe, spend a hundred bucks
I pulled to the valet, scratchin' the slide, almost hittin' the gas and grip it in clutch
I did this shit least five, ten times, like how the f*ck they thought it was luck
Blood, sweat and tears, I'm the one can't sleep at night (yup, yup)
But they say I don't give no f*ck (yup)
I pull up, they be knowin' what's up
Everybody on us, I be already drunk
Come buck in the club and spend a lil' dub
Yo' bitch walkin' up, tryna get in the truck
Rockin' all the ice, we already lit up
And we got every whip, we'll pull that shit up
Baby know she a dime, spendin' all my time
Too much money online, I gotta get up (Swerve)
Flex and I'll flex like I do sit-ups (flex, flex, flex, flex)
This shit no bap, can't boost it up (can't boost it up, no bap)
I was that nigga before I could rap (no bap)
I was that nigga that made it happen (no bap)
I was gettin' money before I could trap (no bap)
I thank God I blew up (thank God)
Gotta thank God I grew up (on God)
Wasn't even worryin' 'bout 50 Cent
Young, hit niggas with them buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck (G Herbo)
Buck, buck, buck, buck (Big Swerv)
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
Man, lil' bro, I remember that day like yesterday
It's like you knew it was your time to blow
You called yo' daddy to tell him you ain't goin' back to school
Because you wanna take this rap shit more serious
He tellin' you shit like a normal dad would
"Hell nah, you gotta go to school
What if plan A don't work? What's plan B?"
You told him, "Ain't no plan B 'cause plan A gon' work"
And since that day, you been unstoppable in this rap shit
'Cause of just buildin' me
To become the man I am and just makin' me stronger
You know what I'm sayin'? Like
And I wanna send a special thank you to my block (yup, yup)
79th and Essex
You know, I got some of the strongest niggas on Earth
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
I told lil' bitch, bring a friend and slide, we f*ck around, vibe, spend a hundred bucks
I pulled to the valet, scratchin' the slide, almost hittin' the gas and grip it in clutch
I did this shit least five, ten times, like how the f*ck they thought it was luck
Blood, sweat and tears, I'm the one can't sleep at night (yup, yup)
But they say I don't give no f*ck (yup)
I pull up, they be knowin' what's up
Everybody on us, I be already drunk
Come buck in the club and spend a lil' dub
Yo' bitch walkin' up, tryna get in the truck
Rockin' all the ice, we already lit up
And we got every whip, we'll pull that shit up
Baby know she a dime, spendin' all my time
Too much money online, I gotta get up (Swerve)
Flex and I'll flex like I do sit-ups (flex, flex, flex, flex)
This shit no bap, can't boost it up (can't boost it up, no bap)
I was that nigga before I could rap (no bap)
I was that nigga that made it happen (no bap)
I was gettin' money before I could trap (no bap)
I thank God I blew up (thank God)
Gotta thank God I grew up (on God)
Wasn't even worryin' 'bout 50 Cent
Young, hit niggas with them buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck (G Herbo)
Buck, buck, buck, buck (Big Swerv)
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
Did you beat the trenches? Yup (yup)
If you ever had the chance, would you do it again? Yup
Started from the bottom, only way we go is up (yup, yup, yup, yup)
Man, lil' bro, I remember that day like yesterday
It's like you knew it was your time to blow
You called yo' daddy to tell him you ain't goin' back to school
Because you wanna take this rap shit more serious
He tellin' you shit like a normal dad would
"Hell nah, you gotta go to school
What if plan A don't work? What's plan B?"
You told him, "Ain't no plan B 'cause plan A gon' work"
And since that day, you been unstoppable in this rap shit
Writer: Daniel Ivy, Herbert Randall Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Following up from his 2023 mixtape, Strictly For My Fans 2, and earning Platinum and Gold plaques for Nardo Wick's "Who Want Smoke” and his late friend Young Dolph's "One Scale” that same year, Herbo aims to reach his full potential as an artist with his celebratory offering for the summertime, Big Swerv. The album is executive produced by longtime collaborators Southside and Big Oz.
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Released: September 6th, 2024
Year: 2024