Mirror feat. Lil Bibby

歌詞

G Herbo Ay look Bibby, we gotta take 'em back to what we know man, what's real That street shit, look I come from where it's rob or be robbed, kill or be killed The main goal just try and get home like Wrigley Field Shells old, pop out revolvers, they hittin' me still Can't trust a soul, they act like you owe 'em, don't hit 'em be still Lil Bibby I say I rap shit I really done did, really done lived Every time I step in the booth I tell 'em the truth Glock forty with the clip, hangin' out the bottom You get faced with all these problems tryna make it from the bottom G Herbo Hollows pop soon as we spot 'em Spin the block, I think we got 'em Street nigga hustle, war is all I know, that's how I'm rockin' Ten thousand in the pipe, the size my phone inside my pocket Always cock it, I know niggas plottin' Pray I won't drop 'em with everybody watching Lil Bibby Young nigga all about a profit And I post up on the block with them goblins Lil nigga starvin', lookin' like a target If we see a stain then we gon' rob 'em, ay I was tryna stack a lil green, go hard for the team, live a young nigga dream I swear these young niggas they'll probably go crazy if they seen all the shit that I've seen G Herbo Thirty clips, fifty clips, new MAC 11's, AK47's with beams Pull up on your block and straight to the scene Purposeful aim is a thing And now we get money, might blow out a beans Used to just hop out the veen Been rocking designer way before a teen Triple OG the brand new miskeen Lil Bibby And I just might pull up in that new Merseen, I used to post up like a king Herbo like Magic, I told him to pass it, I come with the hook like Kareem You fuckin' with bosses, I can't take no losses, if you double cross me you better be cautious I'm going crazy, I think I done lost it Talkin' 'bout money then step in my office G Herbo Pop me a perc, roll a Wood, now I'm off it Me and Bibby in LA fuckin' the booth up, it's three in the morning And my outfit be always Givenchy and Balmain, my belt got Medusas Got your bitch in my whip, gone off Patron and Hookah, and pourin' the juices up And my shawty 'nem searchin', they riding with Rugers, they ready to shoot somethin' In a Corvette, two gas, ride with the roof back like fuck nigga do somethin' Bitches see me, go, "who dat?" Yeah, big G Herbo, that nigga don't do that Fuck bitches, get money, already knew that Play with No Limit like play Russian roulette Real nigga drew that, Nino from NuJack Lil Bibby These Hollywood dudes wanna kick it But I'd rather chill with my niggas I'd rather post up in the trenches I just fit in with the killers I come from where shit'd get serious Niggas be lying on wax, I ain't feelin' 'em Can't rap about shit you not livin' it You should not spit the shit, you did not witness it I use to post up with the green Servin' the fiends, smokin' and sniffin' shit Totin' them Glocks with the beams, roll let it ring It boost my adrenaline Niggas be all in they feelings They actin' like bitches, I swear they so feminine Play with my niggas, get burned up They be so turnt up like they did some Ritalin G Herbo Pull through the opps like some villians Nobody innocent, hop out and finish 'em Niggas ain't give us the benefit Don't care his age, if he bangin' we killin' him And I grew up a lil hustler Bumped to a plug, started off with a middleman Riding the hood in a minivan You ain't gon' blow, guy, sit in the middle then Free Crazy James, he been gone for like three Tryin' give him fifteen that mean he gotta sit for ten Was gon' stand over a nigga and give him the clip but fo'nem told me he a little man Ain't even worth it, I had seventeen Coulda got half, I'ma give him a little then Your boo a ho, he don't go on no hit Show him the scene, he gon' sing like Represent