Everything (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

G Herbo

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    808 my crew!

    [G Herbo]
    Hit the scene, so fresh, so motherfuckin' clean
    And my car so fast, it's leaving everything
    I love you so momma, and thank you for everything
    And you know momma, I was doing everything
    Using guns, ecstasy, I'm on extra lean
    In the hood I'm selling molly, raw, everything
    Heroin, we crushing Tylenol, everything, weed, soft, everything
    Hit the mall, 50 G's, and I ball, everything
    Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything
    My Uncle a gangster, I'm the one he taught everything
    You can't be my lady, sneaky bitch, I saw everything

    "Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
    "What you gon' do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
    "What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
    "If you die what you gone leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

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    Everything on you phony
    Niggas lie 'bout everything, put it on they homies
    Hating ass nigga, you want everything on me
    Swervo saucy, everything got double G's, don't it
    Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it
    I done iced out everything, them VVS on it
    I done tried everything, except coke and dope
    I done fired everything, .40's blow the most
    Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost
    Told that bitch take off everything, I ain't need clothes
    Took everything in me not to close your fuckin' door
    Barney's on me, everything, everything boss
    Everything exhaust

    "Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
    "What you gon' do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
    "What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
    "If you die what you gone leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

    [Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yuh, everything
    My new whip, that bitch, it came with everything
    I'ma turn that boy into a heavy stain
    Whipping up that dope, yeah, that's that heavy cream
    I been fucking on your bitch since I was 17
    Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17
    Chop it up, whole thing from the Medellín
    My old gun, that shit was dirty but I kept it clean
    Mask off, remember me
    Extra button on the back cause my uzi a lemon squeeze
    Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag swag swag, that's my disease
    Fuck her once, I gotta leave, smoking dope, I'm Japanese
    Fucked her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete

    [G Herbo]
    "Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
    "What you gon' do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
    "What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
    "If you die what you gone leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

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