Music Video

Gherbo-one blood freestyle(on the radar) #viralvideo #music #gherbo #ontheradarfreestyle #fyp
Watch Gherbo-one blood freestyle(on the radar) #viralvideo #music #gherbo #ontheradarfreestyle  #fyp on YouTube

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Chase Davis
Justin Chase Davis
Producer
Daniel Ivy
Daniel Ivy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You aint ever seen brains
Splattered on the pavement 'cause you got up close range
I'ma put my flame up to his chest, don't wanna aim it
All the ops get checked, make the radar, then you next
You better not say my fucking name
Late at night I be with bloodsuckers
No Homo
All of us got stripes, if you want beef, we turn to Fuddruckers
Running for they life, don't come outside, they took the fun from us
Precision with them motherfuckers
Vicious, every glizzy come with switches on them motherfuckers
[Verse 2]
Piss me off, I'm seeing blood
I don't need no group to go on a mission, it's just me and Cuz
Everybody that know me know I get busy, that was the shit I love
Go off, then come right back like a frisbee till they all get a slug
Money on me while I'm in the club
Pussy
[Verse 3]
I'm with the elite, I'm so 100, you can't pay me in dubs
The Crips fuck with me from west to east, but I get love from Bloods
Shout out Young Sizzle, that's blood, shout out OP, that's blood
Shout out 50, that's blood, yeah, shout out Top, that's blood
This shit don't stop, know how I rock, I be with lots of thugs
He want to squabble up, get popped, don't got no boxing gloves
Act like he tough, he really not, these busters like to mug
I can't respect him if he talk but never shot his gun
[Verse 4]
I got a slight limp when I walk, my Glock 10 got a drum
Walked out the house, clip full of shells, walked in the house with none
Real as they come, put that on L's, been that since I was young
I'm really him, twenty year old millionaire but I was dumb
Looked out for them, they ain't give a fuck about me when I ain't have a crumb
I gave my last, when I fell off, they laugh, that's why I'm numb
Got off my ass, forgot about my past, that's how I won
I'm gangsta, son, your dad done everything under the sun
[Verse 5]
Big old mansions now, I used to sleep on Essex in a trap
Yeah, I'm flexing now, that money was under my mattress before rap
Been through the trenches, ****, I never need no direction or no maps
Ran my section, if they mention cap or max on it, they got clapped
Written by: Herbert R Wright
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out