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play they role - g herbo lyrics

[intro: lil herb]
let’s get it
nlmb, man these n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me
l’s, l’s

[verse 1: lil herb]
park the audi on the side-block
hop out hit the corner, everybody tryna’ swag jock
lil herby b-tch, i’m the man out here
b-tches stand out here
got them bands out here
if you cause a scene on the land out here
i just make a call and you stained out here
now that’s boss sh-t
and i talk sh-t cause my neck and wrists got my frostbit
took this n-gga b-tch now he stalkin’
he can buy her back at the auction
i be countin’ stacks, steady countin’ stacks
add more to it then i count ’em back
i will never change, n-gga count on that
you ain’t gotta hack cause i’m ballin
they be shootin’ streets till they heater gone
like they knees ain’t strong then they fallin’
but i’m trained to go and my heater strong
they need to ball, b-tch, i’m spalding
jordan’s swish, they like “shorty sick”
i’m in sacks fifth blowing forty six
when they hear my age they go super sick
i’m a young n-gga wit’ a cougar b-tch
i forever trap till i’m super rich
ion’t gotta flex, i be coolin’ it
if he disrespect let that ruger spit
head shot, his medulla split
ain’t no leg shots when i’m shootin’ sh-t
i got steph curry on the shootin’ tip, that’s a hit and win
drop a n-gga then hit again
later catch me countin’ dividends

[interlude: lil herb]
aye’ bibby let’s get it man, f-ck these n-ggas up

[verse 2: lil bibby]
big chopper, no harley
call me young ali
or m.j, i been great
bow down to your sensei
i been real, they been fake
dough boy, i been gettin’ cake
i’m in the field with the biggest steel
that tough talkin’, that’ll get ’em k!lled
this sh-t is real, lil bibby i go nuts, i mean so nuts
foreign cars when i roll up
might hop out and just post up
grab some blunts, roll those up
tell bro call some hoes up
n-ggas say they finna take off
but tell these n-ggas “what’s the hold up?”
cause i ain’t seen nothin’
k!ll sh-t, you ain’t seen nothin’, know what snitches get
big guns for the witnesses
no talkin’, i’m k!llin’ sh-t
and i walk around with like seven thou’
n-gga rob me? you was probably dreamin’
blow his brains out
what the f-ck was you thinkin’
i stay strapped, you musta’ been drinkin’
it’s no lackin’
my bro packin’
see a opp and have bro clap him
goin’ hard its a f-ckin’ cl-ssic
kobe with the blunt, don’t p-ss it
i know the game like i’m madden
i got work but i’m taxin’
armor tough when in i’m traffic
caught him at the light and then wacked him, uh

[interlude: lil herb]
told ya’ll man n-ggas ain’t f-ckin wit us, nlmb 150, i’m going back in, lets get it! l’s

[verse 3: lil herb & lil bibby]

[lil herb]
me and bibby steady k!llin’ tracks
spending stacks and steady get ’em back
sneak dissin, we’ll get em wacked
keep b-tches, get them n-ggas back

[lil bibby]
[i ain’t with all the chitter chat
i ain’t lyin’, i’m spittin’ facts
cocaine flow, i’m spittin’ crack
30 shot clip, i’ll give him that

[lil herb]
30 shots hit, he ain’t healin’ back
no sympathy when a n-gga wacked
street sh-t in me, i ain’t feelin’ that
g’ sh-t in me, b-tch, i’m peelin racks

[lil bibby]
savin’ hoes, i ain’t into that
trainin’ hoes and then send em back
your b-tch on me cause i’m gettin, that
i ain’t savin’ money, i’m spendin’ that]

[lil herb]
range rovers, take a spin in that
forgiatos, b-tches diggin’ that
h-rny models on a n-gga sack
40 hollows sittin’ in a mac
switching cars like i’m swithin’ broads
no limit gang, all my n-ggas stars
doors tinted on my different cars
foreign lot up in my b-tch garage

[lil bibby]
my n-ggas ain’t finna’ starve
my n-ggas broke? you gettin’ robbed
i’m in the booth steady spittin’ bars
i’m the real deal, these n-ggas frauds
and i’m pullin’ these n-ggas cards
lotta n-ggas tryna act hard, let the gat spark
find his -ss in the backyard

- g herbo lyrics

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