Lil Herb - Whatchu Get lyrics

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Look, when you out here playing this street shit, man

What you see ain't always whatchu get

Main thing, don't panic, keep your head up

R.I.P. them niggas, R.I.P. big squad

Let’s get it

I’mma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

So when you out here in these streets can't never trust no bitch

Stay in that trap and work your wrist, you just might get rich

You think that work was Jesse White the way I make it flip

In the streets I learned some shit that I can't forget

Rule number 1: don't never snitch, you know what they get

Rule number 2: worry about you, don't owe nobody shit

And remember this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

I’mma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

‘Cause I saw that light right before my eyes, but they ain't hit shit

Remember all them nights, totin' all them pipes to protect my life

I’mma ride for the squad, even when it ain't right, to protect my stripes

Mad man going right from the block to the opps, now he right by mikes

Hammers cocked 30 shots coming out that Glock, when he drop take flight

And you know for Lil Roc we ain't never gonna stop till we all on top

Veto city, Roc block, fuck all of the opps, we gonna put ‘em all in a box

Bout 200+ eyeballs on the block and we all gotta watch

Seem like you can't post up at all with the jocks, niggas calling the cops

Shit'll never be the same, if hit another stain, I’mma spend it all on a watch

Lil’ shit on your Instagram don't mean nothing bruh, is you balling or not?

Yeah, enough of the flexing, niggas duck from the weapons, I'm calling the shots

Teaching suckers a lesson, give they bitches a blessing through all of my guap

And these nothing ass hoes got y'all niggas stressing, man, it all gotta stop

Your bitch all on my jock, won't believe what she did when she saw all my knots

I’mma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

So when you out here in these streets can't never trust no bitch

Stay in that trap and work your wrist, you just might get rich

You think that work was Jesse White the way I make it flip

In the streets I learned some shit that I can't forget

Rule number 1: don't never snitch, you know what they get

Rule number 2: worry about you, don't owe nobody shit

And remember this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

If she know about you way before you meet her, then that bitch a eater

First week she want you to meet all her peoples, don't trust them either

Low key around you, hope her nigga don't see her, fuck around and beat her

Know I got that heater, I ain't worried ‘bout nothing, I'm just puffing reefer

You can catch me in the hood, niggas think it's all good

But I don't trust them neither

Couple G's on me, and if I wanted to shit, I could drop it on my sneakers

And I gotta get rich ‘cause this money ain't shit

Like I'm just working on features

And I don't owe you shit, you ain't ride for my clique

Nigga, you ain't tote them heaters

If you play the other team we'll have your momma crying, walking on my bleachers

You can't walk in my sneakers, you ain't from where I'm from

You don't rock with my peoples and they don't rock you neither

You ain't been where I been, you ain't did what I did

When I pull up in the shit, I'm a made nigga sick, they can't spit what I spit

I’mma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu get

So when you out here in these streets can't never trust no bitch

Stay in that trap and work your wrist, you just might get rich

You think that work was Jesse White the way I make it flip

In the streets I learned some shit that I can't forget

Rule number 1: don't never snitch, you know what they get

Rule number 2: worry about you, don't owe nobody shit

And remember this, what you see ain't always whatchu get