Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love 2 Stunt, artist - G Herbo. Album song Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 150 Dream Team, Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Love 2 Stunt |
Just a nigga off the block tryna chase them dollaz |
You boys broke, I thank the lord I dont face them problems |
Im at the table, full plate eating steak wit goblins |
Walk in the shop counting them knots |
Like «I'll take the Robins» |
Herbo just a young nigga |
Love 2 Stunt nigga |
I just wanna become rich |
I hope it come quicker |
And they hate that im up nigga |
I ain’t dumb nigga |
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em |
Herbo just a young nigga |
Love 2 Stunt nigga |
I just wanna become rich |
I hope it come quicker |
And they hate that im up nigga |
I ain’t dumb nigga |
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em |
Walk up in the shop on Stony, ill take the Robins |
And I pray for any nigga that can’t wait to rob me |
Cuz I got that 30 on me, I can’t wait to pop it |
Fuck the Jakes, my money straight |
Build a case and drop it |
Lately I heard alotta niggas hate me, stop it |
And lately niggas say they gonna erase me, stop it |
And maybe im losing focus and my patience droppin |
Or I just might not be on point, but I be taeski watchin |
You can catch me in the field |
Everyday we clockin |
Money always to the right |
Thats the .380 pocket |
Run up, watch me blast off |
Thats the .380 rocket |
You’ve been welcomed to Chiraq |
Even the baby sparkin |
And its killed or be killed here |
Even the babies heartless |
When shit get real my niggas drill |
Everyday we marchin |
Everyday them hammers cock |
Everyday they droppin |
And niggas dead my broski Roc |
So ain’t no way we stoppin |
Its Rocblock til the deathbed |
Saw a opp, let that Glock rock til his chest bled |
You dont wanna catch a topshot unless you vesthead |
Yea and I dont talk, ya mans only heard what the tech said |
And his ass dead |
Ridin thru the opps block |
We just lookin for dreads |
Wit them books in the chopshop |
We just lookin for feds |
We ain’t worryin bout no niggas |
We cookin his head |
.223's burn his ass |
We cook him with lead |
Left the snakes in the grass |
Took my niggas instead |
Still Free to G. Gill while he up in the feds |
T-Slim on his way, been upstate for them years |
Real niggas from the go, man just hold up ya head |
And Joc did a long time for the wrong crime |
So broski this summer for you and its all mine |
And broski we coming for you when its yo time |
Just know I got something for you I need more time |
Im on the grind like a heavyweight |
They say if you dont grind, you dont shine |
So I went to cop this bezel face |
Reach for my bezel face, dont hesitate |
I blow this metal 8, you levitate |
Like you featherweight, im in a race |
Just a nigga off the block tryna chase them dollaz |
You boys broke, I thank the lord I dont face them problems |
Im at the table, full plate eating steak wit goblins |
Walk in the shop counting them knots |
Like «I'll take the Robins» |
Herbo just a young nigga |
Love 2 Stunt nigga |
I just wanna become rich |
I hope it come quicker |
And they hate that im up nigga |
I ain’t dumb nigga |
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em |
Herbo just a young nigga |
Love 2 Stunt nigga |
I just wanna become rich |
I hope it come quicker |
And they hate that im up nigga |
I ain’t dumb nigga |
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em |
Herb straight from the slums where the gangstas at |
Killas, robbas, junkies, and rapists at |
Over East where some niggas never make it at |
In the streets, fake niggas can’t relate to that |
Essex block, murder scene nigga |
Where it’s all about the green |
You a trapper or a feen nigga |
You can catch me with my team nigga |
No Limit MB, smokin loud drinkin lean nigga |
We take offense over here nigga |
Either worry about ya mouth or better say what you mean nigga |
30 in a ning-ding |
Make a real scary scene, hollow tips, red beam nigga |
Cash rule everything nigga |
So I got choppers for the team |
And the drama that it bring wit it |
Yeah I pop alotta beans nigga |
I dont ever wanna sleep cuz im up chasin dreams nigga |
Gotta get this money, and these lil niggas funny |
Cuz im always outside, how they «lookin» for me? |
You can slide thru, tryna ride thru |
We advise you, shells fly comin right behind you |
We gon ride too |
You can hide too |
We gon find you |
Homicide say I ain’t remind you |
But we ain’t talkin to the jakes over here |
If they grab you better not answer |
What they asky you |
Know that snitches get |
These 40's out the 50 clip |
Flame up if you get the shit |
Niggas gettin caught wit bricks nd shit |
Sayin the jury dismissed the shit |
Nah, you ain’t with the shit |
Hand down to the snitchin shit |
Ill never say a word |
I ain’t good at makin sentences |
While im tryna get rich and shit |
Hallways full of piss |
Where im from, come picture this |