Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shook, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
Shook |
| Yeah |
| G Herbo |
| You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is |
| Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body |
| Homicide on the beat |
| I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne |
| Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles |
| Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff |
| Puff cause I’ma talk that shit |
| Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov |
| Everybody hol' on |
| Look… Look… |
| I tell 'em look when I got 'em shook |
| Before I kill him when I gotta kill him |
| Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to Auntie Linda |
| I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy |
| I had Gerbert on them Polaroids |
| If you can get the picture |
| I wasn’t rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up |
| Went for a bitch, it wasn’t shit for me to get my dick sucked |
| I fucked bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go |
| on dinners |
| I did my shit so I repent if I was born a sinner |
| I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter |
| 2000 I go spend on Mike Amiri Denim |
| This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah them my niggas |
| They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger |
| And I’m the type of nigga that follow my intuition I shoot you, you get to |
| twitching |
| I gotta kill or you might get to snitching |
| You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts off of Christmas lists |
| Ain’t go to school I was skipping, ditching, I didn’t listen |
| I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen |
| Trying not to breath in I thought it felt like we was sniffing |
| Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling |
| We got this bitch sold up from Stony to Lake Michigan |
| If he toting sumn' we like «so what?"when we face off, lift his soul up, |
| got big shit when you pullin out they like «hol' up» |
| Mini choppers that fold up like a Lamborghini with the doors up |
| Inna fast car G Swervo in the V12 and before I leave the house, pick that pole |
| up |
| Roll up |
| I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left for dead cause |
| they ain’t do what they said |
| Im just on the bread, niggas ain’t worth shit I walk alone instead |
| I don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head |
| I had spent in Neiman Marcus what was on my head |
| They wanna get me out outtie I’m just getting older |
| And I don’t take for granted pray I get it lower |
| They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier suppose to |
| Make the best of ups and downs in life, like a rollercoaster |
| Know my grandma looking down on me shining like I’m suppose to |
| Know your baby getting older and I’m getting older |
| Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting ho-er but I know you see I did all |
| that I said that I was gonna uh |
| Made all of the sacrifices even when I ain’t wanna uh |
| Momma living out 5 outta 4 some, I was somewhere like 100 floors up |
| Ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, Rollie my wrist, Wraith to M6 |
| Early I was fucking off checks in and shit, you ain’t know young niggas getting |
| reckless like this |
| Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts |
| They lying on wax |
| Homies rolling over, I need a stash house spot, money rolling over |
| I been that shit since Avirex, Motorolas |
| And I cleaned up like Ajax, call the corner clean |
| Pull up Maybach shorties call the corners |
| Kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warring |
| I ain’t have no clean sneakers cause I always wore em' |
| And stop getting good grades I was in the hallway more |
| When my class walked across the stage I was in California, smoking California |
| Ain’t have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Joyner |
| Shout out Nino I was fucking with M Tray when they was the New Orleans Hornets |