G Herbo - Me lyrics

[Intro] GANG! L's... shoutout my squad man 150 Roc Block man Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns On us man... ain't no f** n***as come before ma Squad, no b**hes man What b**h come before me? Haha R.I.P. my n***as...Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape L's [Hook] I got this .30 on me Let a n***a try to run up on me I'mma blow this whole damn .30 Yeah that n***a tried to run up on me I got all this money on me Yeah I know you wanna run up on me I got a hollow tip for any one of these Hunnids that I got up on me, p**y These n***as love it all, these b**hes want it b**hes want me And my n***as got all these hoes But a b**h'll never come before me, p**y I ain't got no money on me I only got a couple hunnid on me So if I buy me some weed and some lean I ain't got no more money on me, p**y [Verse 1] Look All this money, these hoes, these clothes man It don't mean sh** to me Wanna be the youngest n***a wit a hunnid fifty M's b**h I'm tryna make history But I always gotta keep this .30 on me n***a that's Black History No safety, if a n***a run up on me n***a Now he Black History You can catch me on the block all day Better check my history Big blunts remind me of the block Hallways smelt just like piss to me And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong That's why I gotta sip the drank b**h asked me "Herbo why yo cup so pink?" I said "that's that mystery, b**h!" How the Act had me gone like that That's a unsolved mystery When the Jakes ask me how they man's got whacked That's an unsolved mystery Out in traffic n***as know Duwop got the Gat b**h it ain't no mystery And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side b**h it's like my hip to me GANG!! [Hook] [Verse 2] n***as know imma feind for the pants wit the wings Yeah that's a couple hunnid on Jeans n***as know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean n***a that's a couple hunnid on drink Can't tote anything ho under .17 'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me Duwop got the Neen that's totin' .17 Smoke a n***a if he run up on me, b**h! Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho's But a b**h'll never come before me And these ho's ain't sh** I'll feed Tell the b**h she out of luck if she come before me, GANG!! And n***a you can still catch me over east Even though I'm the hottest in the streets Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my a** And you know I keep Prada's on my feet Shootin' sh** we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder And you know I'm like Ibaka wit the Heat "Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?" Shoot a n***a wit the choppa' till he sleep Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN Wet a n***a like he hoppin' in the sea Then I'm back on the Ave Wit a mouth full of gla** can't serve Unless you coppin' it from me b**h! [Hook]