Blues G Herbo (Ft. Future)

[Intro: G Herbo]
Ayy
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick
See a ho' and hit the curve, what's the word? My name Swerv'
Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu', daily trapped in with the crew (Ayy)
Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' the screw
I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes
Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof (Ayy)
Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq (Grra), we whacked him 'cause he lacked (Whacked)
Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap
Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back (Bitch)

[Chorus: Future]
Blues stacked on blues (Racks), money went in my vein (Pluto)
Tiger face in the presidential, could've bought him a pay (Pluto)
Bust it down, got rockstars, drug traffic helped to fit us (Yeah)
Cookin' dope with a mask on (Mask), cold-hearted, lotta tats (Cold)
Swerve on 'em, just wept (Swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (Lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (Block), call the stash to them other hoes (Woah)
Murder cash off a mobile phone (Murder), drive past and knock the door down (Skrrt)
Body bag, it takes a cold world (Syrup), west nigga, Cosa Nostra