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3am in philly - g herbo lyrics

[intro]
uh, g herbo
i’m in philly right now, on foenem
i stay over here every single day
yuh, g herbo, uh
go
big swerv, go

so many choppers laying ’round the house, this b*tch like a helicopter pad
threw a chandelier on my wrist like p*ss, you can tell i dropped the bag
all these years already been rich and i keep getting rich, i’m ’bout to spazz
in that two*door gripping a missile, if i get busy, i gotta smash out
you know me, i’ll crash out, gettin’ cash out
quanny in the projects right now, giving a pass out, got the glass out
sliding, we taking a side route, when we catch them clowns, thеy assed out
you know i won’t lie, any n*gga play with me, gotta diе
in love with my fire, i’ve been like that since ’09
locked in, i’m on the grind, i’ve been like this since ’95
used to work with dope boys and wear air max 95s
he ain’t learn abcs, but he rockin’ acgs with a nine, young n*gga
they make arps and glock 23s go off all the time, f*ck with ’em
he got left on the hit, stuck with it
his bronem ain’t put enough trust in him
i be seein’ lil’ k!llers cuffin’ him
turn him up, put a couple bucks in him
flyin’ out to miami, f*ck b*tches
smokin’ blunts in a lamb truck with him
[verse 1: ot7 quanny]
yeah, you know i’m comin’ trim
i can’t go out like i’m birdie, shoot this b*tch above the rim
louis swim trunks, yeah i don’t even swim
b*tches see me like “that’s him”
n*gga, this that hustler music, somebody call weezy f
i seen n*ggas bleed to death
yeah, my chains vvs
imma make another five bands when i leave the cvs
opp n*ggas called me makin’ threats, i told him, “he be next”
i think it’s only three of them left
if you knew how they did your lil’ cousin, you would be upset
n*ggas still ain’t d up yet
you know imma shoot this b*tch until the trigger stop
all this chicken that i’m gettin’, i got the chicken pox
f*ck this rap sh*t, yeah i’ll get you shot
blue faces in my pocket like i’m chrisean rock

[verse 2: g herbo]
switch this block with five, six, different glocks
get low, switch the spot, know we got this b*tch on lock
hear them chains swingin’, i got this off of hip and hop
i still can work a scale, ’cause we used to whip the pot
used to post up in h*ll, red zone, my sh*t was hot
stay in your lane like [?], we’ll pull up, sixty shots
used to let lil’ bro shoot, then go straight to the booth
saw ms, they know what to do
now i’m the f*ckin’ truth
i don’t even want them youngings to k!ll, i influence the youth
i was just freestylin’ with meek mill, rip lil snupe
i’m makin’ more money than you plus you, count it up like two plus two
still sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, ooh, we’ll come and flush your crew
[verse 3: ot7 quanny]
i can never see me tuck in my chain
i can never see me snitchin’, f*ckin’ up my name
i spend nights inside the cell ’cause it come with the game
all i want is money, i’m stuck in that phase
they don’t want me in the projects, i’m stuck in my ways
all he heard was 233s and they stuck to his brain
headshot, walk ’em down you shoulda seen ’em fallin’ down
i hear the devil callin’ now, i’m forever ballin’ now
this a letter to my projects, they better not play with you
show you what that paper do, they turned his brain, tomato soup

- g herbo lyrics

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