Tag: Lil Herb


G Herbo – Next Up Lyrics




[Chorus: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Bitch, I said I’m next up
Niggas know we next up
Hell yeah, we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up, next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next! niggas know

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bitch, I’m next, I’m way better than the rest
Only 17, but I’m flowing like a vet
MVP so you know that I’m the best
And I never had shit so you know I’m gon’ flex
I’m next, believe that
A blind man can even see that
Killing tracks, no feedback
Save yo comments I don’t need that
Niggas getting mad, you was here first?
I don’t give a fuck
Niggas gettin’ cut
These niggas suck
Bibby taking off tell ’em eat my dust(eat my dust)
Smoking loud me and Herbo
I think I’m finna hit the turbo
Im in another class cuz they learn slow
I need brain so I’m looking for a nerd ho
And I’m getting head while I’m riding
Boss shit
He’s killin’ everything I think he lost it
So cold that a nigga got frostbit
Had to go hard they said I lost it
Put this fucking beat in a coffin
Now these labels keep callin’
I need enough money for my whole team to be balling
If you don’t like how I’m talking, get lost then
Young nigga with a check
Michael Jordan won it first
Shit ill be next
Best draft class yet XXL Freshman 2014
How the fuck yall ain’t know I was the best
How the fuck yall ain’t see that I was better than the rest
The boy too raw got niggas upset
Ima let yall ball, but my team got next

[Chorus: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Bitch, I said I’m next up
Niggas know we next up
Hell yeah, we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up, next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next! niggas know

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Fuck next up I took off a while back
And all I ever do is fuck bitches and count stacks
Yea I spazz, I just run through them digits and bounce back
Niggas mad, pillow talking to bitches about rap
I ain’t tripping, i’m just tryna get the check
Get my moms out the hood and throw something to the set
Everybody know I’m good when I’m out here in the hood
Plus I wish a nigga would and I’ll open in his chest
If a nigga think he could then I think a nigga should
Got my young niggas tottin’, they’ll smoke em like a wood
And we willing to explain even though it’s understood
Riding tinted in the rain, 30 shots under the hood
Everybody know my name cause they know ima be good
Yeah, it’s straight
And I came from the bottom of the line
This a young nigga that done got up on the grind
Posted with them young niggas that be out here on the nine
And I’m totting guns nigga when i’m out here on the nine
Cause a lotta niggas mad that my squad up next
Since they acting hard, I bought my squad all techs
Pull up in them cars my squad all flex
Riding in the cars get us some of the broads
Send a nigga up to God forget about it tomorrow
I ain’t ever hear shit, tryna get rich, fuck a bitch
She can’t ever give me shit unless she tryna suck a dick
I ain’t ever wife a bitch, I’d rather bite a brick
He be worrying bout a bitch, she be out here tryna trick
But you won’t get me
You want Lil’ Herb
Bet it won’t be free
You signed 2 cats, bet it won’t be 3
Its NLMB
My niggas up next and there ain’t no room
You don’t get my respect cuz you ain’t no goon
Everybody just relax ’til my tape come soon




G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)




[Verse 1]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
I’m just giving you the real
Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
So I don’t care ’bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it’s cool
I’m still livin’ over East
We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
We still winnin’
We just fightin’ to survive
It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say…

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

[Verse 2]
Lil Herb, I’m the actual
Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
But don’t let it capture you
They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
That actual answer is unanswerable
Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
And it’s true, I’m the truth
I just grind, no excuse
And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
All the shit I did, I can’t slip
So I’m dying with it
Any nigga try and get it!
They try to be with it
See me? I gotta be with it!
Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
Pray my circle never break
And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)


G Herbo – All My Niggaz (Welcome To Fazoland Album)


[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
(RIP all my niggas man
Kobe, Vito, Chico, Fazo all my niggas man
Free all my niggas man
Free Jock, free lil boos, free crazy jays, free b gills man
Free all my niggas man, SQUAD)

[Verse 1]
Ball my niggas, seem like I lost all my niggas
RIP Lil Roc, Vito, Fazo can’t believe yall gone my nigga
And it’s real fucked up how it’s good one day next day go wrong my nigga
But I gotta stay strong my nigga
So I wrote this song my nigga
Remember all them nights we was out in that field, had to tote that chrome my nigga
Then it all went wrong, What the fuck Kobe why you couldn’t get a ride home my nigga
Why yo name in this song my nigga
But dont trip cuz it’s on my nigga
Put it on my soul you ain’t gon’ be the only one with a headstone my nigga
I lost a lot of my niggas
So you get dropped for my niggas
We got Glocks with hair triggas
Split a nigga wig when I tap the hair trigga
Hollows in the scene now the top of his head missing
Catch me in the field, gotta move with the steel
Till the day I get killed or the coppas come get me
Only 17, but them choppas hold 50
Yea them choppas hold 50
We’ll turn a nigga block to yo city
Seem like im the man
I be shopping, bitches saying "Lil Herb you on the top of yo city"

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

[Verse 2]
No Limit MB
Fazoland Roc Block We a hunned-fifty
Can’t a nigga flip me
Its a gun on every single nigga with me
Motherfuck a bitch nigga
I’m just tryna get rich then I’m tryna get richer
Worry about shit nigga
Cuz they pussy in this 40 cal make my dick bigger
Bet I won’t miss nigga
Green beam on a nigga make you take a sit nigga
And I don’t forget nigga
Remember he was talking slick now he don’t exist nigga
And all we do is switch nigga
Pass lil bro the semi, that’s a assist nigga
And yeah you a bitch nigga
Couple shots to the stomach now he walking shit nigga
Ima real ass nigga I need real cash
I need it real fast nigga
Bandz in the stash nigga
If he try to rob me he a stupid ass nigga
Spend it like my last nigga
Whole 5 nigga for you end up like the last nigga
And for Lil Roc i’ll spazz nigga
10 year niggas you can have my last nigga
See you muggin when i ride past nigga
You know this foreign got a lot of cash In it
Alot of guns in it too and a whole lotta savages
They’ll leave a nigga in the past nigga

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

SQUAD !


G Herbo – Kill Shit (feat. Lil Bibby) (Bonus Track) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)


[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
Aye Bibby, let’s kill shit broski. Whatchu wanna do?
It’s whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
Ima come around and clean that shit up
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
When it’s drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I’m really wit’ it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
I’m the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit’ me
No velcro but the strap wit’ me
Let a nigga wanna act silly
I’mma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don’t even care
Bitch I cash out ’till I pass out
Got a couple trues I don’t even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang
Hoes scream my name I ain’t even there
Lil Herb boy I does this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it’s back to some killa shit
Got some wild hoes that’ll drill a bitch
Yea it’s no limit, thirty years runnin’
Thirty years gunnin’ and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight
I’ll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And it’s hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I don’t love a ho
Imma be this way ’til I’m forty six
Matter of fact ’til a nigga die
Smoke kush blunts ’til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man
Cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry
Yeah that’s how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gon’ suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly
Foreign shit what a nigga ride
I ain’t never snoozin’ let a nigga try
Got the nine ruger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no limit yea I’m all about that sack bitch
My young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack shit
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that’s that black bitch
Rico wanna’ get ’em, I’m like cuz’ man I got this
Shootin’ shit, Hittin’ shit
Four five extended clip, y’all be on that snitchin’ shit
And Y’all know what snitches get, No limit shit
We wit’ the shits, I’m focused on gettin’ rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin’ shit
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit’ the fork
Straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch
Turn a nigga to a corpse, yeah, I’m bout that
Rollin’ up that loud pack
Catch me lackin’? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that’s real shit, got real hitters they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I’m tryna get real rich
Cause my mama said I wouldn’t be shit
Nobody never gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on this remix", that’s five hundred, no free shit
Cause I’m hot and I do this shit for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon’ drop and we ain’t gon’ stop
R-I-P Roc
Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop so its really not
My team gon’ eat, R-I-P to police
Fake niggas don’t speak
Cop killers in the heat, catch me in the streets
Shout out to broski