Strike You Lyrics by G Herbo
Daddy, I wanna be on your new album
Big G Herbo, Big Swerv, Swerv, Swervo, the biggest Swerv
You know I’ve been that, I been that nigga, for real
All my life man, everything I ever did, I was good at it
Good or bad, I stayed 10 toes
Still 10 toes, taking what come with it
And I’m only getting better, you know, still at this shit
And don’t none of this get me excited
Therefore, I don’t get upset if I don’t get invited
That’s why if I don’t feel respect, then flames get ignited
It ain’t ’bout check, then I’m not interested, I can’t hide it
I’m not responding to your text message, I don’t like it
You not my bro, if I don’t love you, I don’t gotta fight you
And if it’s smoke, you already know, pull out that lighter, strike you
I gotta move righteous
I’ve been losing sleep every night, I heard they wanna indict us
Used to hunt and eat nigga till we got the itis
They ain’t know my heart was darkest ’cause I was the lightest
Caught a pistol case with Marcus and I claimed my shit (Damn)
They sent him upstate for parole, I bonded out the same night
‘Cause I always had motion, that’s the shit that they ain’t like
And I always been a soldier, can’t go out without a fight
And the way G-Fazo died, that’s how I knew nigga wasn’t right
If I feel a funny vibe, we killing everything in sight
Had an air mattress, going to sleep and all I seen was mice
And I feel like Vs, 50s pink, blue hundreds, red beans and rice
Can’t get no Zs, I’m up making cheese every single night
Watch, 80 Gs, next 200 Gs, I win that shootin’ dice
Walk in the strip club, I don’t wanna leave, Miami my vice
I blow a 50, make it look so easy ’cause that shit was slight
Even though I’m sleazy, got her weak, pleading, I’m her kryptonite
I ball seven days a week, but I been still tryna get it right
I’m still living fast though, Swerv
I was broke before, now I’m like where my past go? Swerv
Credit like 7 somethin’ but I still paid in cash though, Swerv
I’ma walk in the bank and get everything I asked for, Swerv
I can’t listen to you nigga, that shit so trash
Still ain’t went number 1 on Billboard, but I been havin’ the streets on smash, though
I can’t love no ho ’cause it ain’t gon’ last
I caught her sneaking, taking a pic no flash to put me on blast, the lil’ bitch bad, though
I’m still fucked up ’bout my past
I’m outside smoking, thinking, I’m just fuckin’ up the dash (Ridin’)
And I got my mag, keep my mag
And I ain’t givin’ nigga no pass ’cause they won’t give me no pass
I used to be waking up in the cell, ain’t know that I crashed (For real)
Now, I’m waking up in the Hills and being a dad
Before I walk in the building, they advance it
Bossed up my lifestyle, I enhanced it (G Herbo, Swerv)
I definitely, just like
Lay into you ’cause like, I really wanna fuck with you
Like [?] I’m tryna ball up, gettin’ my own with you
Like I don’t know what you really want from me
But you gotta tell me what the fuck you really want from me, for real
‘Cause I don’t really know what’s goin’ with you
Say, twin
You know it walk two times
It ain’t no checkin’ in ‘less you check in with big Boo Whizzle
Herbert Randall Wright III, better known by his stage name G Herbo, is an American rapper.