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G Herbo – Death Row Lyrics

G Herbo – Death Row Lyrics

DY Krazy
I’m in the A right now
I had to get that [?] real quick, man
Fallin’ back [?], yo

I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
N—- living like a thug, I’m Pac tho (Thug Life, n—-)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a n—- on the grind, I got five on my schedule (B—-)

Herbo really quiet, I can’t lie ’bout my cheddar tho’
Really was outside, on the nine, reaper with us
No [?] I got five on my schedule
So if I take outside, come outside how I tell her
I ain’t regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollars sweaters, b—— love me like Coachella, tell her give me some
I respect you don’t address me like I’m anyone
B—— mad she think that she got her t—— done
Oh she a dime in her city, uh? (Uh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, uh?
You ain’t chosin’ n—–, you get diamonds any y’all
Run away girl, I can line up with twenty of ’em
But that hoe so fine, it don’t [?] me nothin’
Bro if you tryna smash, she ain’t give you nothin’
Still gotta slide in my ride, with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can’t have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real)
N—-

I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
N—- living like a thug, I’m Pac tho
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Sellin’ coke)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know (It’s what it is)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow)
Now a n—- on the grind, I got five on my schedule (B—-)

All that dumb s— I did, really wasn’t worth it tho’
Don’t define me by my past, ain’t nobody [?] tho’
I wasn’t thinking ’bout the consequences, it was workin’ tho’
I jump here first in the trap but I hear that b—- twerkin’ tho’ (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin’ for? Tell me what you lurkin’ for? (Yeah)
He just gettin’ money, what you got murkin’ for? (F— n—-)
Seein’ n—– fake and that s— urkin’ tho’ (That s— urkin’)
But I’ma pull up on ’em when it’s perfect tho’
I can tell you where [?] but you can’t search it tho’
Hands greasy by that chicken like I’m Churches tho’
City bad but my block was like the worst tho’
I collect out to my Glock inside the church tho’
Summertime like the hood havin’ curses
I ain’t never lied in my verses
I ain’t never lied when I’m murkin’ it
Couple opps say he survive after surgeries

I was on death row
I ain’t never met Snoop, I ain’t never met Suge
N—- living like a thug, I’m Pac tho’ (Like I’m Pac, n—-)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock tho’
When times get hard, I was sellin’ coke (Uh)
With lil’ mama on my side, had to let her know (Swerve)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo)
Now a n—- on the grind, I got five on my schedule