Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottom of the Bottoms, artist - G Herbo. Album song Ballin Like I'm Kobe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 150 Dream Team, Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Bottom of the Bottoms |
Ballin Like I’m Kobe the mixtape |
150 dreamteam, man |
You already know what it is, man |
I grinded my way to the top, nigga you already know |
No hand outs, nigga |
Let’s get it |
From the bottom of the bottoms |
It was nothing under me |
Now I’m that nigga, everywhere I go and I’m who all the bitches wanna see |
Who could ever picture me? |
When I was broke who ever mentioned me? |
2010 you wasn’t friends with me, now I’m hot you can’t get bands with me |
Look how all these bitches stare at me |
Come here baby, tell me what you see |
Look at all these diamonds on my neck and wrist yeah baby this is like 20 grand |
a piece |
I’m a dog with these hoes got em sucking dick, squatting on their hands and |
knees |
Trying to take the whole 150 overseas we gon' probably need a fleet |
But when I think about it probably all my niggas felons |
We gon probably need to sneak |
People out of town paying me to speak and their charging you to see |
Ain’t no more 500, no free shit, bitch my jeans cost a G |
Plus my ear rings bout a 9 piece and my watch cost a half-a-key |
I’ve been balling since I dropped Fazoland had Cannon referee |
And these G Fazos go with everything, buy at least 3 pair a week |
And you know for Kob we shoot 24s with 23s on our feet |
No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis Vs cop a nice pair of nikes a week |
From the bottom of the bottoms |
There was nothing under me |
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree |
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary |
Cuz living ain’t cheap tell me how this the land of the free |
(Cuz living ain’t cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free) |
100 niggas on the corner |
And they killing shit for me, better not play with me |
Never Leave My Brothers til the death of me |
79 and Essex when I rest in peace re-up by the week |
Baking soda, yola—that's the recipe |
Double rock the D |
Come and shop with me, one on top of 3 |
Profit all I see |
Nigga look at me, never on shit |
Now I got them keys and I got them ps |
Super OGs, never mix shit, I love smoking weed |
And I’m off the lean |
16 that’s when I became a fiend |
Spilt a 6 on my Balmain Jeans |
1400 now they 17, That’s on everything |
100 bitches in the club want a wedding ring |
I’m so M.O.B. |
that’s over everything |
If it ain’t money calling Imma let it ring |
Keep a bank roll, my shit can’t fold |
Out here in the rain in a Range Rov |
In the same clothes, running late for shows |
I can’t change clothes til the bank close |
G Herbo that youngin' now |
'Member youngin' I was running wild |
With them killers, we 100 deep |
Up on Essex with 100 rounds |
And we warring all the time |
Lost my niggas, see an opp and we gon gun him down |
Show no mercy in the streets they gon remember me |
150 at the top and bitch it started- |
From the bottom of the bottoms |
There was nothing under me |
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree |
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary |
Cuz living ain’t cheap tell me how this the land of the free |
(Cuz living ain’t cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free) |