Sessions Lyrics – G Herbo

Man
Know you fucked up, man (Yeah)
Niggas checkin’ swerve, G Herbo, swerve
Swervin’ (You know I take all this shit to the chin, man)
Yeah, man, you know me and all my niggas got it turned, you know
Folks say he need the max for his first tape, and he don’t even rap for real
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building (Uh)
C-Sick

I had to run it up again
Lost that shit so quick, I’m thinkin’ back like, “What the fuck I spend?”
My homies in the pen’, I’m talkin’ to them like, “How much I send?”
I just ran it up, couldn’t even complain, I was built to win (Yeah)
Sometimes I think why God keep blessin’ me and I’m committin’ sins?
How come my bitch keep stressin’ me? Man, look at the crib we in
Hell yeah, I’ma live it up with my niggas, look at all the shit we did
And my neck start hurtin’ when I put my chains on, ’cause them bitches big
Bitch, it’s Herbo, you know what it is (G-Swervo)
Everything I do big (Big)
And you might think I’m this big time rapper, but I still gotta pop out with the SIG
Before rap, I was tryna be a big time trapper, and stay in the trap, I did
When I played in traffic, that bitch on my lap, and I put it on Cap, I did
Late night, E-Way, off an eight of the Act’, it was just me and Cap out speedin’
I remember it was snow everywhere on the ground, left the jakes in the alley, high speedin’
Snatch a Perc’ from somebody, I need it, uh
I don’t feel like fightin’ my demons
Yeah, that’s why I was pourin’ them eights in them Sprites, I ain’t even feel like fightin’ my demons
Missing studio sessions and meeting with labels back then, I ain’t like intervening
Now I was at the meeting with Epic
How did it go? It was epic (It was epic)
But, Swervo, you said you still independent, how you was at the meetin’? You flexin’
Just know I’m eatin’, I can teach you a thing or two, baby, come here, you sexy, uh
Brought this shit off Essex
Now I got sell out in Texas
You ‘posed to be real nigga, try to confront me, pussy ain’t call, you texted
What if I never even get to check it? I got way too many messages
And you know we gon’ pull up, you know everybody got bullets and we rockin’ vest-eses
Them checks comin’ in, spendin’ enough, ain’t gon’ hold it, we makin’ investments
That shit comin’ in, shout out my folks gettin’ in, we fuckin’ with Mexicans
And that shit gettin’ out, shout out my folks gettin’ it off, got chickens and breast-eses
Who know how to whip? Lil’ bro done fork with the soft and they want a lil’ less for it
Hurry up ‘fore they dip, out of LA, fuckin’ off, givin’ white hoes the rest of it
That shit real deal, they ain’t touchin’ it
Hit us up, we got a bunch of it
My homies on fraud, he in the States and all, they want it, he crunchin’ it
E-Way with my dawgs, ain’t worried ’bout jakes at all, they on us, he punchin’ it
Bustdown the ‘Wood, put Runtz in it
V-12 whip, doin’ stunts in it
Like bonjour, go on tour, make a lil’ M in a month and shit
Like oh, I’m bored, walk in Saks, explore, don’t make it off the floor
And your bitch thick, just walked past in her dress, she gon’ take it off, I’m sure
Finna get another crib, boy, this like number four
I’m a shoot and score, I’m like Robert Horr’
I’m a get money nigga, I’m not a robber or (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building, C-Sick)
Thief, I’m a hustler, had a hundred at my mama’s, boy
Jumped in that water and I turned into a piranha, boy
Boy, and my slime gon’ kill like an anaconda, boy
Pop a Perc’, get superpowers for real like a Wakanda boy
Let a nigga disrespect you, man, what kind of boy?
Boy, smokin’ straight Gelato, this ain’t marijuana, boy
Boy, and my bitch black, but her hair look like Madonna’s, boy
And I’m a rapper, but I move like a don dada, boy
And I’m a savage, but they love me like Obama, boy