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G Herbo (AKA Lil Herb) x Lil Bibby - Kill Shit (Official Music Video)
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Credits

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

Lyrics

It's time to let these **** know what it is in the streets
Aye Bibby, let's kill shit broski
Whatchu wanna do?
It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
I'mma come around and clean that shit up
Let's get it
Know a couple **** that's down to ride
For a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a **** with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One fifty I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a **** got them racks with me
No velcro but the strap with me
Let a **** wanna act silly
I'mma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don't even care
Bitch I cash out 'til I pass out
Got a couple Trues I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang
Hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil Herb boy I do's this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killa shit
Got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yeah it's no limit thirty years runnin'
Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight
I'll cook a **** like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a **** with the forty-fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I don't love a ho
I'mma be this way 'til I'm forty-six
Matter fact 'til a **** die
Smoke kush blunts 'til a **** cry
And I never feed off another man
Cause I understand how a **** lie
Never snitch on a **** dry
Yeah that's how a **** die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gone suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip'll fly
Foreign shit what a **** ride
I ain't never snoozin' let a **** try
Got the nine Ruger on a ****'s side
Lil Bibby no limit
Yeah I'm all about that sack bitch
My young **** they clap shit
Let the Mac spit we whack shit
Weezy in that cut with that nina
That's that black bitch
Rico wanna get 'em
I'm like "Cuz man I got this"
Shootin' shit, hittin' shit
Four five extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' shit
And y'all know what snitches get
No limit shit we with the shits
I'm focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a bitch
Right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch
I be water whippin' shit
Whip it Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it with the fork
Straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court
Shoot a **** off his porch
Turn a **** to a corpse
Yeah I'm bout that rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin' I doubt that
Cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit
Got real hitters they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch
These hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich
Cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on this remix"
That's five hundred, no free shit
Cause I'm hot
And I do this shit for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock
Have my nina give you top
Bodies gone drop and we ain't gone stop
R.I.P Roc, catch a few ops, send a few shots
Might hit a few blocks fuck a few thots
I need two mill might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop so its really not
My team gone eat, R.I.P to police
Fake **** don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski
Written by: Herbert Wright, Brandon Dickinson

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