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G Herbo - "By Any Means" Feat. 21 Savage (PTSD)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Rap
Sheyaa Bin Abraham
Sheyaa Bin Abraham
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
deandre woods
deandre woods
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Sheyaa Bin Abraham
Sheyaa Bin Abraham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Victoriouz
DJ Victoriouz
Producer

Letra

Uh, I used to be trippin' like a motherfucker, uh That's 'cause I ain't listen to a motherfucker Used to take a crush and pour a six up in that motherfucker Ran it up and now I'm richer than a motherfucker And I'm glistenin' like a motherfucker (Motherfucker) I say fuck 'em all 'Cause they don't got no love for us (They don't got no love for us) We way up top, I don't see nobody but God above us (Uh) Get so high, I feel like I'm in the stars Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage I just might fuck around, buy eight cars Know it's gon' only be one I'ma drive I'm the one who made me everything I'ma be Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for Know I deserve it, that's word to Yah Love all my fans, and that's word to y'all Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball Been stackin' and grindin' and stackin' and grindin' and Stackin' and grindin' 'til somethin' tell me, "Herb, just ball" Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall Ain't gon' see only me shine, watch us all No, I ain't here all the time, but they still show me love So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg Ain't with that drunk shit, we ain't come to brawl Aww, you know lil' bro lettin' it off Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin' you Should've just let him get off Bitch, I go hard in the paint But I still'll pop out, start shootin', I'm Steph and Gasol They tryna copy my swag but they can't keep Up, they just gettin' what's left of the sauce They like, "Damn, Swervo, what the fuck? Why you keep switchin' up?" Ayy, I'm the king 'round this bitch, listen up (Listen up) And it cost nothin' to get you hit up (Hit up) Get a nigga crib lit up (Up) Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up) Two to the head, he shakin' He checkin', they want you to live, get up That's the shit I live, it's nuts (It's nuts) I'm alive 'cause I don't give a fuck (Fuck) You tryna slide, it's nothin' I seen homicide, it's nothin', they said they outside, he stuntin' It's 4:30 somethin', he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin' since one And we gon' ride as one, we all goin' down as one Got three thirty clips, that's a hundred Cops had me, I ain't say nothin' Told 'em to suck it, fuck 'em Still in this shit, I ain't duckin' Worth too many millions Foenem say get from around here, you trippin', you buggin' I'm just so used to thuggin' Grip in this bitch, I'ma buck 'em Up with the ball, I'ma truck 'em I gotta ball like the Rucker Game on the line, I'ma snug 'em, fuck 'em Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherfucker We not in a frat, but we step (21) I got more stripes than a ref (On God) The police behind me, I left (Straight up) I'm runnin' 'til I'm out of breath (On God) I told 'em I needed some help (21) They looked at me like they was deaf (On God) We tried to be like BMF (Straight up) But niggas was all for theyself (On God) You get extorted for playin' tough Nigga, no cap, I was on the move Shots went off and my Glock had jammed up We ain't even makin' no R.I.P. Post 'til we come hit a couple y'all mans up I don't even bring my niggas 'round Rappers, I know they gon' fuck my face up Know all my niggas gon' take somethin' Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin' (21) Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin' (Straight up) Fuck school, we was in the hood tryna make Somethin', you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin' (On God) Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin' You was lookin' for a reason so that you can hate somethin' (21) You can't keep all of that shit bottled in I wish your lil' pussy ass say somethin' (Pussy) He did, we slid (Skrrt) We don't give a fuck 'bout your kid (On God) My brother like Glocks and FN's But Savage gon' keep him a SIG (No cap) The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, The way this Draco split his wig (Straight up) You a baby when it come to this gangster Shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy, pussy Pussy You little pussy
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Deandre Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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