Lil Herb - Another Day lyrics

rate me

Another day, another body dropping

If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody

A fragile body can't survive a shotty

Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga

And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas

But I'll still a never run from a nigga

Catch a nigga hollows flying for them niggas

50 hit every last one of niggas

Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga

But you still can get killed by my younger niggas

My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick

And they'll take every last thing from a nigga

I got hitters with me rolling off a flat

Now it's hitters in me, riding wih this 30

I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi

Lil’ bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60

We ain't going in till them bitches empty

Mally tryna make his Glock go empty

Riding on them oppers but they block so empty

Kobe make me wanna catch a body

Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness

My niggas riding with it, they on business

Shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on Guinness

My hitters know they don't condone the snitching

Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness

Looking for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissing

See him in the field, up the nickel

Niggas act like they pretending

Bitch, I'm in the field with the steel

Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgetting

Lil’ bro keep a Glock with 30 shots for any block

With red beams to help them pay attention

Another day, another dollar for me

Wake up and get to the money

Money on me so that tool is on me

If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em

AKs with them hundreds in 'em

Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em

On bop I do the money dance

Pack louder than an ambulance

I be going dumb with my big head friends

Them new hun duns make me feeling friends

I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans

Gotta get this green by any means

Cop killers in the magazines

From the block to the magazines

I'm Mike, your bitch Billie Jean

Make her best friend lick her belly ring

My life like a Belly scene

Catch me flexing in that Pelle thing

Bitches want me like a wedding ring

No answer, I just let it ring

No time to talk, baby TML

And on set up no voicemail

M.O.B. till I D I E

With a beam on that heat, I could shoot a bee

Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, "see"

I told you dumbass not to fuck with me

No love for a bitch, I just fuck and leave

She just sucking dick, and she ugly

I'm sick of getting bands I got counting flu

Killers a hit up a carnival

Get shot hella times like it’s lots of you

We DOA, they can't doctor you