Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamel Israel
Jamel Israel
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
Londen Buckner
Londen Buckner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Cabanatuan
Brian Cabanatuan
Mixing Engineer
DJ L
DJ L
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, who's this? L Beats?
Squad
I done lost so many ****, man
Some dead, some in jail
Gotta get this money
No bullshit, look
[Verse 1]
So much money keep coming, I get it like, "What I'ma do with that?"
Buy choppas and clips hold a hunnid, now what I'ma do with that?
Wonder who I'ma shoot with that
Ride through the 8 block and the Rugers clap
Call up J.Dot, broad day face shot
Hollows make his face drop, knock his noodles back
Now how true is that? Yeah, my ****, they doing that
All black, let's go do a hit, hoodie on, they like, "Who is that?"
We at war, we got stupid shit, talkin' 50-shot MACs with the cooling kit
Fazoland where I'm cooling at, bodies drop, I don't got nothing to do with that
And man, it's crazy that I ain't even made it, but these **** hate me
And I'm patient 'cause I'm still in first place, but I ain't even racing
I'm just sprinting to 100's and 50's and Beamers and Bentleys
Yeah, it's with me, if you want it, come get me, I move with that semi
Don't come near me 'cause I'll act a fool with that semi
In that new SRT8 with a whole pint of drank and a tool in this Hemi
Heater right on my lap, yeah, so I'm cool in this Hemi
And when I stop at the light I make sure I grip tight on that pipe
[Chorus]
I know **** out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I'll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights
I know **** out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I'll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights
[Verse 2]
Me and Kobe off ACT with the Sprite, he just left us and they took his life
Wish the Lord woulda just let him fight, but don't trip, man, it's gon' be aight
'Cause I got lil **** tryna earn stripes, I could write them a check for your life
They might walk up and check you tonight, 40 sneeze, we gon' bless you tonight
Mask up broski, let's do it right, catch a crowd, bring them choppas out
Ain't no shooting out the car, nah, bronem hopping out
Yeah, smash on sight, fuck the cops, we gon' pop it out
And we stay in the field, block busting, I'm popping out
NO LIMIT what's popping now, city love me, ain't nothing else to talk about
Labels all on my bumper now, call Mikk like, "Bro, what they talkin' 'bout?"
If they ain't talking them M's, ain't nothing else to talk about
Wait till my tape drop, watch the label start stalking now
[Chorus]
I know **** out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I'll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights
I know **** out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I'll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Jamel Israel, London Buckner
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