G Herbo (Lyrics) by PTSD Album: PTSD Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1JXlvPzU8x34y4ieGZkzCd?si=8de2a8c6f2b64642 Death Row Lyrics: I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know 17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar though Really was outside, on the 9 with Beretta's, oh No bap, I ain't lying, I got 5 on my schedule So if I text outside, come outside How I tell her, I ain't regular I knew she was a vibe when I met her I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella Told her, "Gimme some" I respect you, don't address me like I'm anyone Bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done Oh, she a dime in her city, huh She like lemon-lime with her Henny, huh You ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em Run away girl, I could line up with 20 of 'em But that ho so fine, it don't mean me none Bro you tried to smash, she ain't give him none Still got a slide in my ride with a 50 drum City dumb, I can't have no fun I got 50 guns, nigga I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know 17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule All that dumb shit I did, really was it worth it though? Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect though I wasn't thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though I jumped head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin' though Aye, who you workin' for? Tell me what you lurkin' for He just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for? (Fuck nigga) Seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though (That shit erkin') But I'ma pull up on him when it's perfect though I could tell you what I'm worth, or you could search it though Hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like I'm Churches though City bad, but my block was like the worstest though I couldn't lack, I took my Glock inside the church before Summer time, like the hood having curses I ain't never lied in my verses I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it Couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cause for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know 17, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got 5 on my schedule #Death Row #GHerbo #PTSD "Important: We don't own any of the songs. We just want to make everyone understand the songs lyrics. All credits go to the right owners. No copyright intended. If you want to remove a song that you own on my channel please e-mail me. I will respond within 24 hours or less. No need to strike a video down when you can get it removed within the same day and keep the channel and yourself happy! "