G Herbo – Real One Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm-mm
DY Krazy, uh
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Uh (Let’s get it)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I been gangbangin’ since a kid, that’s how we live
So I seen bloodshed before ”Red Snow”, huh
And that’s just how that go
Nobody out here wanna use they head, so that’s why I had to fly on the go
Said he ain’t never, ever gonna amount to shit, but lil’ nigga a rider, though (Damn)
Had a couple niggas on our hit list, so we ridin’ with four (Check ‘ em, four)
And I ain’t give a f*ck if it’s Christmas, I was outside for sure
And we on one, pop out, roll up, movin’ quick, gotta get the seal like hold up
Gettin’ a kit, used to pour a six or a four up
Niggas bitches, war time, we was watchin’ ’em fold up (Fold up)
And if the feds ever grab my f*ckin’ folder
I’ma stay a soldier (Stay a soldier)
I ain’t gon’ snitch on no one (Uh-uh)
So therefore, I ain’t puttin’ myself in a situation no more (Uh-uh)
I waited long to get where I’m at, I ain’t gotta be patient no more (Why should I?)
Oh, you gangster? Nigga, you think you gangster?
Do some gangster shit
On the strip, the same niggas I hung with who claimin’ it (Yeah)
I was hoppin’ out the backseat of that Chevy aimin’ it (Aimin’ it, yeah)
And now I’m worth some M’s, I’m dangerous
Your bitch love to f*ck me, hit the liquor and start thankin’ it
It say they got my face on Belaire, so that’s why she drinkin’ it (Pour up)
Landed, bought a pint of drank, it was f*ckin’ up my pancreas (Uh, pour it up)
It’s six A.M. in the stu’ in the A, me and DY smokin’ some stanky shit
Shot at me last night, I’m angry, so I woke up flamin’ shit
Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his bitch
Everybody talkin’ ’bout I changed and shit, you the one that changed, bitch

Matter of fact, nigga, I did change shit, I ain’t have no chains then
Crib like I was livin’ in a den, came and count my dividends
Now I’m legal, I can spend anything, now my closet, my kitchen big
I ain’t even tryna miss your call, I just been on some busy shit
On the phone with his exes, I don’t wanna hear it
Anything about me gettin’ rich, uh

[Interlude: G Herbo]
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Damn, we runnin’ all the, all the, all the checks up (Turn me up)
I’m tryna see where the, where the twenty-nine bag go
(Yeah, that’s what I said, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How Durk gon’ put on this bitch? Go on Google to put on a switch
Told bro I wanna be rich, but I stopped takin’ Percs, it’s givin’ me a itch
They don’t want me to be on that block no more
Don’t ride by the opps no more
You can’t complain, that’s how I am
Just tell ’em, “Don’t get shot no more”
These niggas ain’t beefin’, throw in the towel
He told me he vegan
I don’t even try to stop the violence no more ’cause Chino died at a meetin’
Man, get the f*ck out my face, I was duckin’ a federal case
He went to Iowa and got him a dub ’cause that was a federal state
All that beef shit your big homie did in a year, we did in a month
And I draw some tears for all them years, for bronem, I can’t stunt
I was pissed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain’t do shows in month
I can’t blame the judge and state’s attorney, ’cause both of ’em voted for Trump
And that shit you said about us, we ain’t hear that from no bitch mouth
From the ‘Raq, where the killers don’t ask for a discount
And all the killers get blicked down, two bedroom, no big house
Warning shots get sent out, cocky lil’ nigga with my dick out
Bitch

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