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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Southside
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Aight, look, yeah What it do say, faint of the palm Another one Me and my brothers burnt Back in this bitch with a little I done, I done really fucked it out We don't even care what it cost We real bosses We gon' spin that shit, 'til we get exhausted, look 9, 50, yeah I done ran through like ten Ms, me and Sizzle, no bap Before I made a rap, I was ridin' 'round, four straps Niggas used to love me, I got rich, now they mad at me (what happened?) Nigga, ask Chip, we spent a check before gallery (call him) Even when they hatin', can't get rid of me, they tired of me (uh-huh) Everybody eatin', gettin' bonuses and salaries Pull up in that shit, eatin' salads where the valley be (yeah) Used to be on hits, bang-outs where the alleys be (baow) It's me, yeah, it's me, Herbie G (G Herbo) Went from 16-5 to Scotty P, 33 Ran through 16 rides, off of 16 lines (16) 16 shots, he got hit 16 times (brrt) Ain't no funny shit (funny shit) I could get your brother hit, that's what that money get (you know that) We burnt out the last switch and bought another switch (another one) I don't even post shit, but I'm so fuckin' rich (fuck it) I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, I'm with another bitch (another bitch) Burnt out, but my day is cool (boo) Every day I'm on The Shade Room (damn) See him hatin', I can't never lose (uh) I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (uh, uh) Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh) Every day I'm on The Shade Room (you know that) See him hatin', I can't never lose (I just never lose) I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (I just play it cool) Popped out on some trim shit (yeah) Left the new foreign in the house, 'til the windows tinted (uh-huh) I ain't pullin' up if shit rented, damn, it's been a minute Quarter-million cash, I just made it, but I'm finna spend it Ran through that bag, I ain't save it, I ain't even trippin' (woo) I could get a dub from the label, but I'm independent Actin' like I really ain't that nigga, listen to the critics (what?) When that paper hit, don't say shit, listen to the crickets (dummy) Since you always on the internet, check the analytics (uh-huh) Shit keep comin' in, I double digits, now I'm double digits (woo) Double spendin' (woo), I go double with it, I got double digits (woo) Ten Ms, twenty Ms, thirty Ms, uh I ain't owe shit, these Swerv' Ms, you can't talk about these Ms You ain't ever earned Ms, workin' on some new Ms I got albums turned in, I ain't touch the other Ms Still spendin' show Ms, verse Ms (nigga) Burnt out, but my day is cool (boo) Every day I'm on The Shade Room (eamn) See him hatin', I can't never lose (uh) I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (uh, uh) Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh) Every day I'm on The Shade Room (you know that) See him hatin', I can't never lose (I just never lose) I ain't trippin', I just play it cool (I just play it cool)
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Herbert Randall Wright Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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