G Herbo (2020) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle146

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[Intro: G Herbo] Turn me up, I need some levels Yeah, we on Flex Uh [Verse 1: G Herbo] Shit get bad, grab that duffle bag, fill it up with cash If this dash, hit the whole two hundred, I might duck my past Ain't got nothin' but a bunch of Oxy pills and some gas Thinkin' back on shit I did, let go the wheel and just crash Let a nigga be, give a nigga peace, let me breathe Take a nigga cheese, want my energy, everything I got married to my block, I bought that bitch a weddin' ring Ride McNight was like my Glock, I walked up shit and let it sing Fuck them niggas I had love for 'cause I saw jealousy Ain't a stranger to no death, so what the fuck you tellin' me? Sometimes I be wantin' get away I face my problems like G, but it ain't easy for me They always need somethin' from me Feel like they squeezin' for me Had my soldiers on the line and they was bleedin' for me Did some real bad shit, but it was easy for me Now I gotta be where my lil' nigga need me to be I be tryna go that way, but niggas need me in the streets Gotta stay protected, I won't let 'em leave me in the streets And I'll leave a nigga mind sideways, crime pays Fifty K'll get you gone in five days Don't know why, but sometimes I be wantin' get away like far away Sometimes I flashback to me and Kobe in them hallways Sometimes I be ready to kill a nigga right in broad day Way before them long, long nights it was hard days Totin' forties, nines, on the 9 straight for nine days Hopin' we don't trust the wrong nigga like the Nine Treys Uh, yeah, hold on, look, yeah Livin' in the studio, I put in work today Long live Juice WRLD, might do a Perc' today But I still been runnin' up my money in the worstest ways But still on the real I gotta chill off the Perkys and Still up the mills, tryna balance out this hurt Independent with no deal, but I still might go bezerk Motivation, but I terrify my city like I'm Durk I miss [?], Slim and [?] Burk, livin' fast like skrrt-skrrt Ever since fourteen been puttin' my niggas on a shirt Ever since fourteen been seein' my niggas up in hearses but Never on my worst day, I'll never let a bitch play me on my worst day I'd never let a nigga play me on my worst day I'll walk in this bitch fresh as fuck like it's my birthday, yeah [Bridge: G Herbo & Funkmaster Flex] Hold on, let me keep goin' Woo, woo, you see us Funk Flex, G Herbo Hold on, woo Yeah, what? Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Woo) [Verse 2: G Herbo] I seen a murder, ain't say shit, yeah, I had some patients So I told [?], "Suck my dick, I can't snitch" I was 'bout to get a Rolls truck, I almost fainted I'ma drop three hundred K while I can't even pay it How I just drop three hundred K? I was just broke the other day Drought on coke was ugly, I'm baggin' soap up on the plate Never looked up to a bitch, but pray to God I'm Opera paid Used to lose my shit when I ain't sip, I hate my sober ways "Herb, you switched," but I won't change if I got cash today I'm like Muhammad Ali, but I'm not cash as Clay Feel like the greatest in his prime, I'm not a featherweight That mean I get better with time and I don't hesitate Blessed 'cause, bitch, I'm destined, GPS, it found a better way Fucked up, I was stressed, these VVS put me in better shape [?] crashed my other chef, so now she sellin' plates Unc' done lost his job, the nigga brave, so now he sellin' weight Pray to God you go to church to find a better way Pass the steady pass collection plates, they sellin' fate I use my life for morals, you show love, but in a jealous way My homie did some jealous shit, but I ain't trip like Ella Mai Bitches trip, they want me stressed and text me shit, I'm hella straight Never been on child support, but that ain't shit, I'm hella paid You just grindin', tryna be the best, you want a raise They work hard, I work smart, so I just let 'em slave, uh, yeah I said, I made a million, uh, look, yeah, uh, yeah, look Made a million in my family, I'm the first to do All my aunties was surprised 'cause I'm the worst one too I was hoppin' out the backseat tryna burst at you You was plottin' on ladies, every day snatched a purse or two I played the block and hit the stu', I said I'm versatile All my aunties was surprised 'cause I'm the worst one too Tryna hop up out the backseat, let it burst at you