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G Herbo – All In Lyrics




[Verse]
Remember I was gang banging
Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
See my life from both ways
I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
Everybody off molly, cocaine
I prefer to stay in my lane
I know they funding me
They dying to see what go on in my brain
Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
I smoke 2 zips on canal
Woke up and popped a rozay
Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
Shoot long range like Fazo
Run up just like Pistol P
I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
What happened to that boy still a mystery
Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
I was born official
Gangster to the fucking gristle
My bitch a gangster
She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
I keep a lil shooter with me
Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
Everywhere I go
Even when I’m on the go
Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
What’s with me? XD
They gone settle for less
Rage out with the tec
Until they respect me
When it’s five out
Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
Won’t see my name on no statement
You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
I met the streets before 21
Imma young OG a blessing to be
Wish I can get everybody but
We know the truth it be messing with me
Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?
Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
I’m in my black truck
Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
No it ain’t no clean
I used to drink on hella lean
Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
I went home to 50k I was just a teen
If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team




SOB X RBE – Times Get Hard Lyrics




[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would


Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy


[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it


G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)


G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours


G Herbo – Reject Lyrics


G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours


Jimmy Wopo – Back Door (feat. Sonny Digital)


[Verse 1: Jimmy Wopo]
Skinny nigga, but I play with them choppers nigga
What’s the haps? What’s popping nigga?
You gonna meet your match, keep talking nigga
You gonna meet that MAC, we’re talking with ya
We gonna bust these bullets ’till your body give up
Try me in the mall I pull a hottie nigga
First let me hop up out that Rari, Illuminati
Money baby she massaging my Versace
Nigga, extra antes feed the family
XD 40 come in handy
Popping Xannys, smoking granny
Bitch we trapping out the bandy
Cruising, blew one out the van he hit a nigga Karlos Dansby
Cleaned the block up yesterday, we back today
Any left over niggas getting thrown away
Woke up on that money drinking Hennessy
Aye ay, plus I popped a perc, but you gon’ learn today
Popped the carbon, let that bitch do karate
Popped a band, now them hundreds sitting sloppy
Popped your mans, let you identify the body
Ooh, bitch I think I’m John Gotti

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door

[Verse 2: Sonny Digital]
We let the money through the front door
Ay, then let them bitches out the back door
Ay, when you keep that shit a hundred nigga
Aye, you ain’t never gotta act broke
Ay, let go
Blue hundreds, I keep it on me nigga
Ay, you know, not to run up on me nigga
Ay, you know, I keep it by me nigga
Stop the violence, keep the peace, but please don’t try me nigga
Ay, lord save ’em lord save ’em
Ay, why they acting like they love ’em but they hate ’em
Ay, I see you stealing all the sauce that we created
Ay, I don’t deal the cards, my nigga I just play ’em
Hey!

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door