G Herbo - Where I Reside lyrics

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G Herbo - Where I Reside lyrics

[Produced by DJ L] [Intro] [Hook] Drug raids, conspiracies, murders, homicides Mommas cryin', that's was going down where I reside f** the opps, they can't come outside We let off shots every time they come outside And if you looking for G Herbo, I bet I'm outside You n***as rap about respect, well I'mma die 'bout mine 7-9, Roc Block, that's where I reside Seen a lot of n***as die, but I'm not traumatized [Verse 1] Catch G Herbo on the 8 Block with a whole lot of savages Lil' cuz in the cut posted, toting .30s and the Mac and sh** Bet not ride through, if we don't know you cuz poppin' out and he clappin' sh** Lil cuz only 16, really with the sh**s and he ain't average Run up on you with the Glocks, send a couple shots, oso accurate Spin again around the block, empty out the Glock, ain't nobody miss And free Lil Mally, you know that's my lil' bro, he my other shooter Mad Max, that's my big bro, you know Lil Merch'll do you? I'm a Robin, Truey fiend, Gucci, Louis fiend, Herbo do his thing All my j**elry, hundreds in my pocket, broke boy, miss me with the foolery If you ain't No Limit, you can't cool with me And I'm that n***a, I been f**in' b**hes sayin' they went to school with me Catchin' feelings, that ain't got nothing to do with me [Hook] Verse [2] A lot of n***as actin' funny now cause I'm getting money now Just cause all my n***as countin' hundreds now, n***as wanna come around I don't f** with n***as, only with my 10 year n***as, them No Limit n***as We 150, gotta keep em with me, cause for me they'll k** a n***a When I'm in my shows, b**hes run up on me soon as I hit the scene Pourin' up a sixth of lean, smoking dope, sippin' drinks Ferragamo belt hold up 20 racks stuffed in my denim jeans And when I ride off, Glock 40 sitting on my lap with the beam All these d** that I'm off, I really need to quit Off the sh**s right now, I call Maneski, I'll tell him bring a zip I make money outta state, take it to the store or put it on the strip And we ain't f**in' with the jakes Snatch us up, bet you we don't remember sh** [Hook]

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