Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I Reside, artist - Lil Herb.
Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I Reside |
Drug raids, conspiracies, murders, homicides |
Mommas cryin', that’s was going down where I reside |
Fuck the opps, they can’t come outside |
We let out shots and everytime they come outside |
And if you looking for G Herbo, I bet I’m outside |
You niggas rap about respect, well I’m a die 'bout mine |
7−9, Roc block, that’s where I reside |
Seen a lot of niggas die but I’m not traumatized |
Cause G Herbo on the 8 Block with a whole lot of savages |
Lil cause in the cut posted, toting.30s and the Mac and shit |
Better not ride through, if we don’t know you cause poppin' out and he clappin' |
shit |
Lil cause only 16, really with the shits and he average |
Run up on you with the Glocks, send a couple shots, oso accurate |
Spin again around the block, empty out the Glock, ain’t nobody miss |
And free Lil Mally, you know that’s my lil bro, he my other shooter |
Mad Max, that’s my big bro, you know Lil Merch’ll do you? |
I’m a Robin, Truey fiend, Gucci, Louis fiend, Herbo do his thing |
All my jewelry, hundreds in my pocket, broke boy, miss me with the foolery |
If you ain’t No Limit you can’t cool with me |
And I’m that nigga, I been fuckin' bitches sayin' they went to school with me |
Catchin' feelings, they got nothing to do with me |
A lot of niggas actin' funny now cause I’m getting money now |
Just cause all my niggas countin' hundreds now, niggas wanna come around |
I don’t fuck with niggas, only with my 10 year niggas, them No Limit niggas |
We a 150, gotta keep em with me, cause for me they’ll kill a nigga |
When I’m in my shows, bitches run up on me soon as I hit the scene |
Pourin' up a sixth of lean, smoking dope, sippin' drinks |
Ferragamo belt hold up 20 racks stuffed in my denim jeans |
And when I ride off, Glock.40 sitting on my lap with the beam |
All these drugs that I’m off, I really need to quit |
Off the shits right now I call Manski I’ll tell him bring a zip |
I make money outta state, take it to the store or put it on the strip |
And we ain’t fuckin' with the jakes, snatch us up bet you we don’t remember shit |