Top Songs By HERC GTH
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Henry Hunter IV
Songwriter
Randy Jimmelle Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randy Jimmelle Jones
Producer
Lyrics
This shit residential, and my mental stay in tune with that
Making instrumentals, my utensils be that Aggie pack
You ain't really who you say you was, it's best that you relax
Smoking guava to get me a buzz, I gotta stay intact
I pulled up on shawty just to see if she gon' give me cat
I will cuff up on lil' mama, but I feel that she in that
I don't be around no drama, I'm too quick to pull the strap
I hope 12 ain't behind us, cause my trunk is full of that
Baby girl can do her thing, I don't have to check her
I already shot my shot, she said she like my lip hook
I been praying to free my pops, I'm writing out his letter
Got my **** ducking cops, hoping she get bit too
I think her mouth where it's at, cause this shit be wet too
Smoking guava, you can smell it leaking out my sweater
Talkin' bout global warming, but I'm seeing snow no matter the weather
Know this on me, I'ma blow this hit for 5 Barretta
All this cheese got me feeling like my name is Chester
Will he shoot? Yes he will, ho, no question
I been schooling all these ****, thought they learned they lesson
Lately I been thankful for them losses, I see them as blessings
Only way is up, when you coming from the bottom
Yeah I know they talking, but I ain't wearing a bottom
Pass me the rock and I'ma shoot Edgar Dollar
Have some **** pull up shooting out the Impala
You don't want no problem, freaky hoe gon' swallow
Wiping they Madonna, smoking on some ganja
Tell that bitch to just ride the wave, I don't give a fuck what they got to say
Throw it back, I'ma beat it 808
I'm in the truck with the hoes and jitties
This shit residential, am I meant to stay in tune with that
Making instrumentals, my utensils be that Aggie pad
You ain't really who you say you was, it's best that you relax
Smoking guava to get me a buzz, I gotta stay intact
I pulled up on Shawty just to see if she gon' give me cash
I would cuff up on her mama, but I fear that she a nag
I don't be around no drama, I'm too quick to pull the strap
I hope 12 ain't behind us, my trunk is full of that
I'm with Novi, other **** hoping, but I snuck my pole in
They don't know this, but I'm super focused, snow on me like Poland
Polaroid detectives taking pictures, but I do no posing
Poison pimping is profitable, go ahead and stick your nose in
Good dope, bad bitches, how we living
Shit different, no soap
Water whipping, feel the lifting when you sniffing
I've been rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in a week
Insomniac hustling, counting money like sheep
These **** too weak, I don't hear them when they speak
Know a pussy ain't gon' push me, cuz they know that I'm a tweet
On the run with my gun, counting funds with my gang
Good dope, bad bitches, gold bracelet, chains, and ring
They say, Herc, you out your body, but I'm staying in my lane, though
**** swear they like me just cuz we done fucked the same
I don't stop fucking groupies, but can't stop a ho from choosing
I don't really like the energy, I think a **** lame
So I might bless the bitch, but tell that ho don't mention my name
Shit, these bitches are for flipping, and it's just a part of the game
My little brother's into pimping, I got lines on the cane
Know that I can't do no simping, it ain't tricking, keep the chain
Free Black, he on the tag, I got dogs and they untrained
But trained to go and kick the dope, lay it down, they gon' spray
All you heard was GTH, GTH is what I claim
Know that we gon' get to heaven, go to hell, you hear the bang
Written by: James Henry Hunter IV, Jimmelle Randy Jones