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G Herbo – 4 Nem Lyrics

[Intro]
G Herbo, gang gang
150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ay, foenem, on foenem

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Verse 1]
First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
Even though I like talking a lot
Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem

[Verse 2]
G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
He getting that money, on foenem
600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
Nigga shit up. can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup

G Herbo – Don’t Forget It

[Verse 1]
People judging they outcast what they don’t understand
The state don’t care why you was crossing borders with them grams
Nobody gon’ support your daughter, ain’t gon’ feed your fam
And ain’t no jobs for you but you ain’t gon’ starve, are you?
I come from the slums, nun but murder drugs
All the mothers addicts, all the daddys thugs
I rise above that
But all my people fuck with this so I show I love back
I ain’t forget where I come from and I shed blood at
It’s tatted on me nigags right know where my hood at
And it wouldn’t mean shit if I can go back where I’m good at
I’m by the cornerstore where [?] caught that slug at
And matter fact my nigga birthday just was yesterday
You Kobe cowards on the block feel like it was yesterday
Can’t forget about my niggas cause I miss my niggas
Way before this rap shit, every day I was with my niggas

[Hook]
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh

[Verse 2]
Now when I reflect on my past life it keep my humble
Help me balance out in my fast life
Woke up with no heat, no gas, middle of December
Mom’s boiling bath water nigga I remember
I ain’t even liked baths but I couldn’t take showers
30 minutes, getting the water hard at school late at hour
Now I’m in the towers, pool by the shower
Smoking out the pound, hallways smell like sour
I hit the ground a 100 days forreal
And my shit is still ain’t over
150 Dream Team, I’m tryna run that bitch like Hova
Always remind myself, not to get beside myself
If this rap shit fucked me over, I’d be right back on that sofa
In that trap on 78th street fucking up that baking soda
No sleep, when I hear police gotta make it out the backdoor with the toaster
But them days ain’t take me over
Now when I [?]

G Herbo – Don’t Forget It Lyrics

[Verse 2]
Now when I reflect on my past life it keep my humble
Help me balance out in my fast life
Woke up with no heat, no gas, middle of December
Mom’s boiling bath water nigga I remember
I ain’t even liked baths but I couldn’t take showers
30 minutes, getting the water hard at school late at hour
Now I’m in the towers, pool by the shower
Smoking out the pound, hallways smell like sour
I hit the ground a 100 days forreal
And my shit is still ain’t over
150 Dream Team, I’m tryna run that bitch like Hova
Always remind myself, not to get beside myself
If this rap shit fucked me over, I’d be right back on that sofa
In that trap on [?] fucking up that baking soda
No sleep, when I hear police gotta make it out the backdoor with the toaster
But them days ain’t take me over
Now when I [?]

G Herbo – Gutta (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo, young nigga been through it all man, everything under the sun man. I do this shit for everybody that come from the struggle man, the gutter, what I come from man. That can relate to my struggle and everything I’ve been through and what I put in to get to where I’m at. Cause this shit for who it for

[Verse]
Roaches, rats, and apartments
Mama smoking, babies starving
Pistols loaded, discharging
I grew up in all of it
Ghetto, hell, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it?
Nobody role models, everybody alcoholics
The shorties either gang banging or they basketballing
Where niggas get left slain, stinking, cause they chain swangin’
And them kids won’t see they moms again cause homie ain’t aiming
Damn the streets changing
These lil niggas dangerous
Don’t even mask up no more, these lil niggas brainless
I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga out here painless
Don’t know when it’s my time to go, I keep that armor flaming
Wanna see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation
Like if I blow my shot, lose everything I got
Put my hand out on that block
Become everything I’m not
Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had
This shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad
No nigga never gave me shit when I was down bad
I was by myself in a 6 foot room, right there on my ass
And now I stack that shit and mean it like I’m on my last
I stay so low from fuck niggas like they on my ass
You know if I don’t fuck with you, better not cross my path
Niggas thinking sweet ain’t seen me in the streets, I’ve been in my bag
Better stay lowkey but I can’t wait to let ’em feel my wrath
Still trained to go, start doing backstrokes in the bloodbath
You wake up, flame up, pop up, post up, chill, don’t clap folks (?) still lakeside kill us for white folks (?)
Started gettin’ real money, I was 17, I’m 20 now, I’ma take it way back though
Fourth grade I was tryna be Ivo’, shooting ball, playing round, singing rap notes
Grammar school shit been throwing Ls up
Never knew what we all headed out for
Young niggas having real life shootouts
At my grandma house, had to move out
Started rapping, wasn’t tryna be a star
I was speaking what I live, what I knew bout
17, had labels tryna sign me
Thought I might as well speak so I flew out
Flew back, had to see what I was worth
Hit studio, I know what I’ma do now
Meanwhile tryna make it in a war zone
Matter of fact, let me hold that thought
My city know, I ain’t even gotta talk
Pull up, hop out, white chalk
Now you see me, smell money when I walk
Humble with it no I ain’t tryna floss
And a real street nigga took a loss
Took a few, bounce back, shake it off
Had an X by my name, took it off
150 Dream Team, I’m the boss
I came from gambling, toting, rolling stolen transportation
Police station
Look at me now, tell me congratulations
I got this shit straight out the mud, yeah no exaggeration
I just been focused lately, money got my mind on greatness
Can’t stop my grind for niggas, bitches, extra aggravation
And every nigga can’t be with me, I just gotta face it
Every nigga ain’t yo’ nigga, read they bodies (?)
Don’t fuck with snitches, bitch niggas catch them bodies cases
Gotta leave my city, too much talent, catch a body, waste it
Get homesick, I’m right back, where that pipe at?
Same shit, snap right back, yeah it’s like that
The murder capital, everyday welcome to Chiraq
Born and raised, homicide on the morning day
Red tape, mama’s crying, it’s just the morning, wait
Bodies drop here probably more than babies born a day
Son and daughters dying, all the families torn away
The whole judicial system set to have you going away
This just my life, I spit the shit that I was born to say
Love or hate me, niggas bite me, bitches wanna date me
Say they ain’t groupies, they just like me, wanna have my baby
Tryna trap me, be my wifey, bitch you must be crazy
Bullshit and problems just come my way on the daily
Till I’m like fuck all that shit and just keep getting paper
More money, all this paper, solve all the problems later
They say more money then more problems, I want all the paper
The problems come along regardless, what’s on problems paper

G Herbo – Run It Up (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, ay, run it up
Nigga run it up
Yeah, run it up

[Hook]
Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain’t no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama told me one thing, that’s to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla
I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo, you know I’m not with that rapping boy
Don’t do rap beats, keep my strap on cap, I’m clapping boy
Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise
M16 totes, 50 shots, yeah we got lots of toys
Soon as I ran up that check bitch I bought choppers and cocaine
Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain
These lil niggas is silly
They don’t really hear me, they ain’t tryna run up on mili
I was broke than many, I ain’t had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really
Now it’s 200k when I come back from states, bout to link up with (?) and Philly
I might dash out the ‘Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby
I’m not fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I’m on top, evidently
And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us
Told my niggas run it up

[Verse 2]
Since before I ran it up I’m with the same niggas
Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members
Foe nem posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice
Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it’s the life
I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of them niggas got life
Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain’t right
And I don’t fuck with police, I keep my shit on me cause I can’t get left at the light
See them lights and pull over, no go, I’ma smoke ’em cause they don’t read niggas, they write
Used to go sleep at night with like 4 sheets at night, we ain’t had no heat at night
Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on (?)
Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn’t take, wake up and I pour least an 8
And I save me some cake but it don’t really matter, I’m gon’ run it up either way