Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Boy, artist - G Herbo. Album song Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
That Boy |
If I say «Green», killers go soon as I decide, uh |
Ain’t no decock 'cause I shoot a nigga three times |
And we throwin' big L’s, ain’t no peace signs |
Catch them ones gon' kill a nigga, ain’t no retryin' (808 Mafia) |
I came close to homicide way too many times |
I had most of my homies die, I’m just 25 |
Reason why I gotta ride with iron on my side (Every time) |
'Fore I have my mama cryin', I’ma finish mine (Brr) |
Pussy, I’m in it to win it (Win it) |
I’m breakin' records like Guinness |
I’m all in meetings with labels and my lawyer, bitch, I’m on top of my business |
(Herbo) |
I’m causin' racket like tennis |
All in her mouth, dentist |
Drippin' and proud of this sauce (Bitch) |
I’m rockin' my own linen |
Boy really rich (Uh) |
That boy really rich (Rich) |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy havin' it, nigga, that boy havin' it, uh |
That boy havin' it, that boy havin' it |
Boy havin' it, uh-huh, them boys havin' it |
Boy really rich, boy havin' it, uh |
2013 had 200 racks, no bap |
Should’ve been half a milli but I was too deep in the trenches, wasn’t focused |
on rappin' |
I didn’t know my passion, really just asked the hood, me and Cap really stayed |
in the trap |
Slappin' that bitch, I’m winnin', no doubts |
Spring and winter, sheriffs come kick us out |
Soon as it’s warm we right back on the block with Glocks |
Never been worried 'bout opps, so stop |
So many niggas got dropped for rocks |
Snitch niggas want me to rot in a box |
I just been skippin' the cops, playin' hopscotch |
Strap on my left, feelin' back, who’s a top notch? |
Links on my neck like a box of Pop Rocks |
Snappin' and crackle, they doin' a lot |
Understand lil' nigga, I’m havin' guap |
This shit wasn’t easy, it took me a lot |
Fans never know what it took me to drop |
Sippin', you know what it took me to stop |
I done put a deuce in every pop |
Filled up so many denims with knots |
And I don’t owe nobody squat, bitch |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy havin' it, nigga, that boy havin' it, uh |
That boy havin' it, that boy havin' it |
Boy havin' it, uh-huh, them boys havin' it |
Boy really rich, boy havin' it, uh |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
That boy really rich |
Boy really rich |