G Herbo - That Sack lyrics

Published

0 611 0

G Herbo - That Sack lyrics

[Produced By DJ MillTicket] [Intro] NLMB 150 Roc block sh** man Ball like im kobe the mixtape Hold up Running through a check... Herbo, herbo this and that... [Hook] I rap, I trap, and stack, so I always get it back Feens and rappers hit my flip phone like "herbo where you at?" Herbo thumbin through that check Herbo, herbo this and that You would think i'm playing track the way im runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack The way im runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack Runnin, runnin to that sack The way im runnin to that sack You would think i'm playing track the way im runnin to that sack [Verse 1] Gherbo im that n***a I hip up sacks and I spend that sack I love Glizzys, I love Macs Just bought a 50 shot for Max All these racks that I got And my shooters around me They shooting about me, I'm safe and they strapped Up in the club hit a n***a with a 5th of Moet Watch your step n***a, where yo head at, straight to the back I don't politic in the club, straight to the back All these hoes in my face but im straight to the back Got them poles in the place, all of my n***as got a pole on they waist Put holes in ya face Now we gone Clear the scene Smoking loud Sipping lean That's the remedy Pour pineapple crush, b**h I don't do Hennessy I came from the bottom These b**hes ain't want me But now that i'm up They remember me She knocking me down And right after I nut, we don't f** Cuz she s**ed all my energy And my n***a I know why you hating on me Cuz im only 18 but I've been a G Why he hating on me? Need to get on his feet Hit the streets and go try and make him some G's If we find out you holding that white and That night have my n***as climb in yo chimney We got 50 shot scopes and Glocks with the lights Stand over a n***a, no sympathy Lil bro go BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM till the glizzy go empathy I mean empty, Excuse me, but the Codeine is k**ing me [Hook] [Verse 2] Hundred thou, 100s Fifty thou, 50's Twenty thou, 20's We don't count the 1's Buy a lot of guns 30 shot FN'S Rugers with the beams Glizzys with the drums b**hes on me daily Wanna have my baby Ho you must be crazy I am not the one Louie to the wallet Nothing in this pocket Racks in my jacket I look like a bum I got lil n***as doing hits for fun n***as hating on me cuz I f** their b**hes I just do it just because And I love to stunt All these 100's on me I just do this sh** for cuz RIP my n***as and free all my n***as I get high, it's like im talking to my n***as Bussin off them hittas Leanin, rollin swishas Remember them days posted up on the 8 with my n***as And I didn't have anything Now we all out of state Smoking dope, sipping 8's And we walk in the mall and buy anything When I go in the house And my mama be asking me "boy why the f** you keep spending racks?" Cuz im young and I never had all of this money before Ma And I know im gon get it back! Love money so much put a hollow inside of my head The day that my bread gone Smoking this Pasto it's making my head gone Pasto got my head gone Don't run through the 8 block, that's a red zone [Hook]

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.