Shook

[Intro] Yeah G Herbo You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body Homicide on the beat I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff Puff cause I'ma talk that shit Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov Everybody hol' on Look... Look... [Verse] I tell 'em look when I got 'em shook Before I kill him when I gotta kill him Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to Auntie Linda I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy I had Gerbert on them Polaroids If you can get the picture I wasn't rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up Went for a bitch, it wasn't shit for me to get my dick sucked I fucked bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don't go on dinners I did my shit so I repent if I was born a sinner I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter 2000 I go spend on Mike Amiri Denim This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah them my niggas They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger And I'm the type of nigga that follow my intuition I shoot you, you get to twitching I gotta kill or you might get to snitching You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts off of Christmas lists Ain't go to school I was skipping, ditching, I didn't listen I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen Trying not to breath in I thought it felt like we was sniffing Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling We got this bitch sewed up from Stony to Lake Michigan If he toting sumn' we like "so what?" when we face off, lift his soul up, got big shit when you pullin out they like "hol' up" Mini choppers that fold up like a Lamborghini with the doors up Inna fast car G Swervo in the V12 and before I leave the house, pick that pole up Roll up I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left for dead cause they ain't do what they said Im just on the bread, niggas ain't worth shit I walk alone instead I don't know who want me dead eyes behind my head I had spent in Neiman Marcus what was on my head They wanna get me out outtie I'm just getting older And I don't take for granted pray I get it lower They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier suppose to Make the best of ups and downs in life, like a rollercoaster Know my grandma looking down on me shining like I'm suppose to Know your baby getting older and I'm getting older Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting ho-er but I know you see I did all that I said that I was gonna uh Made all of the sacrifices even when I ain't wanna uh Momma living out 5 outta 4 some, I was somewhere like 100 floors up Ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, Rollie my wrist, Wraith to M6 Early I was fucking off checks in and shit, you ain't know young niggas getting reckless like this Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts They lying on wax Homies rolling over, I need a stash house spot, money rolling over I been that shit since Avirex, Motorolas And I cleaned up like Ajax, call the corner clean Pull up Maybach shorties call the corners Kid ain't have no clean summers we was always warring I ain't have no clean sneakers cause I always wore em' And stop getting good grades I was in the hallway​ more When my class walked across the stage I was in California, smoking California Ain't have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Joyner Shout out Neno I was fucking with M Tray when they was the New Orleans Hornets