Lil Herb - Computers (Freestyle) lyrics
rate me(Verse)
All these social networks and Instagram
Fake trappers sellin' that work in Instagram
Niggas tellin' nine, Don't nobody give a damn
He a double felon how he back on Instagram
Niggas bitches, if ya snitch have lil bro do ya dirty
We in the front car, 4nem trailin' us wit 2 more 30z
We out here, bitch, we lurking yeah we spin that
Shootin' jump shots then stand ova him and finish
Free J bread and Free the Menace
Pee Wee, Roc, and Kobe know we winning
Oh my god I luv codeine, don't want no Henny
4 Nickel XD wit a beam unda the Fendi
Don't twitter beef wit me just pull up on the Indy
No commas fold, bitch take these selfies to the Fendi
Smokin' OG like it's healthy fo' my kidneys
Roll up so much weed when I lay down I get dizzy
Don't talk to niggas but im not shy wit that glizzy
Don't fuck wit rap niggas but I'll fuck wit Shy Glizzy
I'm chasin' niggas down, World War II
47 question me, What I do?
I'm just GHerbo to the news
Bitch, I'm GFazo wit that tool!
No Limits out here actin' fools
Can't fake to much moke cuz that shit true
And we been trappin' like some foolds
16 when I dropped outta school
My 10k a 16 it's sixteen fo' my jewels
Leaning up 16's, sixteen in my rule
Change a nigga to some food
Vegetable, no he can't breathe and he can't move
And I just got a brand new burner
Don't make yoself a brand new murder nigga
(Interlude)
NLMB4L Nigga
Neva leave my brothers
No Limit Muskegon Boyz
Ya already know how we rockin man
A hunnid fifty Dream Team, 150 Roc Block bitch
Kobe Squad, Pistol Gang
"Ball Like I'm Kobe" the mixtape comin' soon man
It's GHerbo reportin' live from Roc Block
Bitch ya already know how we rockin' man
Getting money, fuckin' all these bitches man
We wit all that bullshit
However ya want it, pull up
Got all them 30's, choppas, all that shit man
RIP all my niggas man, free my niggas man
Fuck whoever I killed too, look
(Verse 2)
Smokin' Eastside OG, that's Pasto Pack
Drink so much lean might OD or have a Pastotack
And fuck a savage, spot a savage, we got a savage
It's me, Juvie, Smoke in traffic we got automatics
Pull up shootin' and 1 free throw, bitch that's automatic
Glizzys, Rugers, and where we go leave yo ass Faneto
Bullets flying, damn Marino, drop that clip and reload
We on the 8 wit 5 30's, nigga Ochocinco
Pull on the 4 and let off sixteen, that's fo' C-MOE
And bitch I drop the 5 fo' Vito, ya want smoke? Let me know
Ridin' wit them Pistol P's, clips that let off 3-0
Already flipped the block twice, spin around bout 3 more
We lurkin' catch em we gon murk em, make that 30 zero
But niggas hidin' we can't find em, they some fuckin' Nemos
Sluts and bitches getting high, grindin
Yea that's all I be on
Breitlin' wit them yellow diamonds like my shit got peed on
And all my killas getting money nigga im like Nino
And when them coppas ask me sumethin', nigga I don't Ni-Know
Jump Out Gang puttin' niggas on they shit
He yelling out fo' help "bro I'm hit!"
Yo niggas can't do shit
Shut up bitch and take this clip!!
Now we posted on the strip
Smokin' new opps out the zip
Ride wit two Glocks in the whip
Too far from the bank, shoebox in the crib
2Pac above the rim, ya up pole at the end?!
Shooters like John Gotti ya a fucking sin
Kill that nigga where he stand
Just bought lil bro a brand new Semi
He already done ran through twenty, Ayee
