Lyrics Computers - Lil Herb

HANNN
150 Dream Team shit man
Pistol Gang bitch
Gang!!
All these social networks and Instagram
Fake trappers selling network and Instagrams
Niggas telling now, Don't nobody give a damn
He a double felon how he back on Instagram?!?!
Niggas bitches, if you snitch have lil bro do you dirty
We in the front car, 4nem trailing us with two more 30's
We outchea bitch, we lurkin yea we spinning
Shooting jump shots then stand over him and finish
Free J bread and Free the Menace
Pee Wee, Roc, and Kobe know we winnin
Oh my god I love codeine, don't want no Henny
4 Nickel XD with a beam under the Fendi
No commas fold, bitch take these selfies to the Fendi
Smoking OG like it's healthy for my kidneys
Roll up so much weed when I lay down I get dizzy
Don't talk to niggas but im not shy with that glizzy
Don't fuck with rap niggas but I'll fuck with Shy Glizzy
I'm chasing niggas down, 1-1-2
47 question me, What I do?
I'm just GHerbo to the news
Bitch, I'm GFazo with that tool!
No Limits out here acting fools
Can't say too much more cuz that shit true
And we been trapping like some fools
16 when I dropped outta school
Now it's 10k a 16 it's 16 for my jewels
Leanin up 16's, 16 in my Ruge
Change a nigga to some food
Vegetable, no he can't breathe and he can't move
And I just got a brand new burner
Don't make yourself a brand new murder nigga
NLMB4L Nigga
Never Leave My Brothers
No Limit Muskegon Boyz
You already know how we rockin man
150 Dream Team, 150 Roc Block bitch
Kobe Squad, Pistol Gang
"Ball Like I'm Kobe" the mixtape coming soon man
It's GHerbo reporting live from Roc Block
Bitch you already know how we rocking man
Gettin money, fucking all these bitches man
We with all that bullshit
However you want it
Pull up
Got all them 30's, choppas, all that shit man
RIP all my niggas man
Free my niggas man
Fuck whoever I killed too.
Look.
Smoking Eastside OG, that's Pasto Pack
Drink so much lean might OD or have a Pastotack
And fuck a savage, spot a savage, bitch we got a savage
It's me, Juvie, Smoke in traffic we got automatics
Pull up shooting and 1 free throw, bitch that's automatic
Glizzys, Rugers, everywhere we go, leave yo ass Faneto
Bullets flyin, Dan Marino, drop that clip and reload
We on the 8 with 5 30's, nigga Ochocinco
Pull on the 4 and let off 16, that's for C-MOE
And bitch I drop the 5 for Vito, you want smoke? Let me know
Riding with them Pistol P's, clips that let off 3-0
Already flipped the block twice, spin around bout 3 more
We lurking catch em we gon murk em, make that 30 zero
But niggas hiding we can't find em, they some fucking Nemos
Sluts and bitches gettin high, grindin
Yea that's all I be on
Breitling with them yellow diamonds like my shit got peed on
And all my killas gettin money nigga im like Nino
And when them coppas ask me something, nigga I don't Ni-Know
Jump Out Gang putting niggas on they shit
He yellin out for help "bro I'm hit!"
Yo niggas can't do shit
Shut up bitch and take this clip!!
Now we posted on the strip
Smoking new opps out the zip
Ride with two Glocks in the whip
Too far from the bank, shoebox in the crib
2Pac above the rim
You Alpo at the end?!
Shooters like John Gotti you a fuckin simp
Kill that nigga where he stand
Just bought lil bro a brand new Semi
He already done ran through twenty, Ayee