G Herbo — TimWestwoodTV Freestyle

[Intro] Uh, uh Where we at, man? We in London, man, shout out my boy Westwood It's G Herbo Gang shit [Verse 1] I get pussy of my son's features Yo' bitch probably 20 somethin' times his age and can't wait to meet him She gone kneel to a king when she meet him, uh It's always meaner in the sequel Glizzy clip see-through Play, I'll leave you Fight, I Ali you I know how to read you How could you betray me? I was tryna feed you Real, loyal, street smart, killer, yeah, I need you You go toe to toe with a gorilla, I believe you I ain't get the nigga dead yet 'cause I ain't need to Gotta die a real nigga 'cause I agreed to You got a bond, they say "Free you," they could've freed you Hoes all on my line, all on my feed, too Tell 'em slide, got the drink and I got some weed, too And we got them other drugs, shit, if you need to How the first one on us, 'cause you ain't gone need two Back to the subject, play me in the club, check I done spent a dub just on Balenci' Triple S Pull up in some shit a S Make her wan' lose her dress Dash 200 up, I be tryna lose the stress Lotta shit I said I'm 'posed to did, I ain't do it yet My homie ran up some bands, got a newer TEC And I signed with Belaire so I don't do Moët And I ran up some cash, so I'ma do a jet And you gettin' money, tell me, how you was stressed? [Interlude] Look, hold on, let me see Uh, yeah [Verse 2] I was a youngin' on shit Fazo had that black 4-nick Over east on some shit Him and Reese on some shit We was young and hearing stories we couldn't wait to see some shit I'ma buy my own gun I can't wait to heat some shit When I bought my first gun, I went and flamed up some shit Next day, I'm goin' to school they said my name in that bitch Niggas walkin' up to me, like, "You dangerous as shit" Damn, I thought we was all gangbangers and shit Niggas changin' and shit, snitching, how he turn witness? It was all good, heard his statement, then he switched it Kill him with yo' dog out here, now he a statistic Then he turned states on you, why he with the district? Pussy, keep your distance All these niggas out here rappin' suckin' dick lips but I been rich since And I can spot a fuck nigga, I got a sixth sense These bitches go through Kevlar, don't get your shit rinsed What I spent on choppers, could've bought a cheap Benz I been in that field too long, I need a deep cleanse Plenty nights we fired the block up then re-spin We chasin' dreams and nightmares, but we ain't Meek friends Shit, a lot of square feet I sleep in Backwoods cheap in, Louis Vuitton sheets in Used to be trap houses, fiends was all tweaked in I can't even tell 'em shit, shouldn't have got 'em geeked in I be like everywhere, they see me eatin' [?] "Herbo, can you take a picture?" These some fans We just need you walk through, these some bands Ain't gone search you, get the hawk through, these ya mans You been sleepin' all week, you don't need the Xans And you know I'm fly like Peter Pan [Outro] Uh You know we from 79th and Essex, we all the way in London now, man Shout out my boy Westwood Gang shit We got G Money Uh