G Herbo – Blues Lyrics

Blues Lyrics By G Herbo (feat. Future)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I’m a street n!gga that got rich
I made curves off a brick
See a H0e and hit the curb
What’s the word? My name Swerv
Weed and crack, I used to serve
Not like rappers ’cause they nerds
My b!tch snappin’, need a purse
Give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu’
Then traffic with the crew
Keep my savage in the coupe
Two ratchets with us too
I’m in Saks, just spent a sack
Got patent on my sH0es
Ain’t none happenin’ in the ‘Raq
The Caddy bullet proof
Draco hackin’ them like Shaq
We whacked him, ’cause he lack
Bad b!tch all on my lap
Speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the ‘gnac
Took traction off the track
Bein’ broke, that sh!t was wack
I ain’t never goin’ back

Blues stacked on blues
Money went in my vein
Sniper face in a presidential
Could’ve brought a pint
Buss it down, got rocks on us
Drug traffic and Fentanyl
Cookin’ dope up with the mask on
Cold hearted, I attacked ’em
Swerve on ’em, just wacked ’em
Give a b!tch away, ain’t latchin’ on
Put a bag on your block though
Coke stashed in the mobile home
Burned the cash off a mobile phone
Drive past and knock doors off
Bodybag and change the code words
Wax n!gga, Costra Nostra

Fifty thousand in the Burberry store
Gave it all to the savages
Tip-toein’ on a marble floor, like a ballerina when she nasty
Snatchin’ models out in traffic
Snipin’ b!tches like a savage
Freak b!tch and she sassy
I treat her up, G Wagon
Put a meal ticket on a tragedy
Put gold veneers my cavity
I been ballin’ on ’em like a athlete
Gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity

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AK’s right next to me
The whole gang off ecstasy
Your H0e exchange with me s*xually
A lot of gold chains, blue checks with me
I’m a renegade, ain’t no checkin’ me
And everybody in the ‘Raq know
I been f*cked all the ‘Raq H0es
Left the club in a black Rolls
A n!gga tweak, get blammed up
We done closed all the back doors
G Wagon to Lamb’ truck
Swerv already got those

Blues stacked on blues
Money went in my vein
Sniper face in a presidential
Could’ve brought a pint
Buss it down, got rocks on us
Drug traffic and Fentanyl
Cookin’ dope up with the mask on
Cold hearted, I attacked ’em
Swerve on ’em, just wacked ’em
Give a b!tch away, ain’t latchin’ on
Put a bag on your block though
Coke sashed in the mobile home
Burned the cash off a mobile phone
Drive past and knock doors off
Bodybag and change the code words
Wax n!gga, Costra Nostra