20 of the Best Lyrics From G Herbo’s ‘Swervo’ Album

"I know one day I'ma die/Made some millions for my son so I'm aight/And I'm in that Bentley truck that's parked right outside/I know one I'ma die, but right now I'm alive/Need a purple heart for the shit that I survived/Better be alert if ever you and I collide/And I ain't limiting myself/This shit, I gotta strive/It look like a light show when I arrive" —G Herbo

"Iced up, am I not? Amiri's with knots/I ain't hard to find, all you gotta do is plot/I'm ready when you are/Riding back to back, two blacks, we like the mini bar/Love the shots, keep one up tops, send them bitches in any car/And I'm on the E-way like Andretti/My new car, loaded like I'm ready for armageddon" —G Herbo

"G Swervo, I keep a meat roll/Dracos under the peacoat/Heard the police was looking for me though/But I'm on a PJ with Squeezo/Remember I was just living illegal/Now the kids look at me like a hero/Told them I was just like 'em once before/Now my account got some commas and zeros" —G Herbo

"And the Posto lit, AC out the vent/Traphouse pay the rent, P serves off the Sprint/Rap pay my mama rent, YouTube pay my ho rent/Merch will pay your ho rent, iTunes pay some more shit/Humble Beast, that's Herbo, Swervo talk that dope shit/Swervo talk that cash shit, money in that bag shit/Spent two K for these Versace glasses, on my swag shit/They call me Swervo 'cause I did that when I crashed my last whip" —G Herbo

"Yeah, that's the jet, so I travel with the Tec/When I land, put the engine in the rear, watch/If we back to back, Bentley's all matte black/Hit the sport, throw that bitch up into gear, huh/I heard it's some trappers in here, huh, what you make this year?/Anyway, it's some hammers in here, pistol clappers in here, kidnappers in here/We just got left in the jungle and turned to some animals, bitch, we adapters in here/Pull up shooting shit from mid-range, we Toronto Raptors in here" —G Herbo

"I don't talk that shit, I'll end niggas rap career/I was in the streets too much and it held me back for real/I was in the trap for real, I had 175 racks for real/Still ride with them straps for real/But I beat the streets, I ain't going back for real/Blick on my lap for real, for real/And it's a known fact for real/Get killed 'bout Kobe and Cap for real" —G Herbo

"To all my dead guys, I say 'rest up'/Mama told me 'step up'/Know you gotta catch up, feds can't even catch us, nigga/Get on our bad side, that's bad luck, nigga/I'm here, then I'm there, I'm Casper, nigga/Niggas bitches, yeah I know/Pop out, scared to tote they poles/Remember 2012, we was selling blow/See 4-7, had to tuck and roll" —G Herbo and Chief Keef

"Bust down shit, 60k on my wrist wear/You said she loyal, but your bitch just stared/2,500 is about what I wear/1,200 just to get high, I don't care/We hit your block from the rear/You can get shot like a deer/Assault rifle black like my hair/This shit is clearer than air" —G Herbo and Chief Keef

"I'm a brazy psycho, I be tweakin'/But I make 10,000 every weekend/Big six-bedroom house my mama sleep in/Some nights I don't even stay there, she be tweakin'/Every state we go, we drop the G's in/Throw both my hands up just to chuck the B's with/I'm with Hell Rell, not from Killa Season/10 milli' kit, it got my glizzy breezing" —G Herbo

"I pull up 250, I'm rolling the pressure, yeah/She suck it and swallow it, that be the reason I'm calling her special/I'm balling for real/Blow me a mill', lil' nigga, it's levels/And I'm off a pill, bitch it's for real/They dig it, no shovel/This perky be having me itching/This money be snatching they bitches/We pull up to Barney's, no riches/I beat up a jawn, then I switch it" —G Herbo and Southside

"Fuck that, nah I'ma be like Metro/958, 100 plus in the petro/You wanna beef with the gang then leggo/Me and Sizzle brothers like Melo and Lego/Thousands, I stack by the hundreds like legos/Choppers shells pop out, then tote them like Eggos/Say this the most, we blowing the best smoke/That Gelato got me high like stilettos" —G Herbo

"Bang boy, gang gang, boy/Exotic pack, new thing boy/It's going down in Illinois/Them boys shooting like Phillinois/Ballin' like Kobe, Herbo, what you do?/Get bored, hit Saks, spend 24/Swervo, why you ain't got no feelings? 'Cause I'm gangsta to the core/Perc' 30 make me fuck 'til she sore/Gotta go get a Plan B from the store/'Cause I just had a lil' boy/Closet got more Gucci drip than yours" —G Herbo

"They tryna ride my wave, they gon' take that bitch to shore/I'm living thug life like Tupac Shakur/Swervo, you always rap about Tupac Shakur/See you in the black Benz, I hope you got that Glock in yours/Niggas ain't taking care of business, you on top of yours/These hoes fucking up they paper, they ain't stopping yours/Bought a portable studio, I'ma take that bitch on tour/All these niggas new shit trash, when you dropping yours?" —G Herbo

"Seen what happened to that boy, I had to pour a four/Deuces wasn't doing shit for me no more, I had to pour a four/Sodas and juices wasn't doing shit for me no more/I had to pour up raw/That shit get the best of me and I be riding snoring/Wake up, think 'bout my dawgs, next thing I know I'm dropping some more/I was 18, riding foreigns, bonjour/Fucking cougars, would've tried to put this dick in some more/Still was fucking bitches my age, might've put dick in your daughter/Some days was broke as fuck, no homo, had my dick in the floor" —G Herbo

"If you a real live gangsta-ass nigga, throw your shit up/Give a fuck 'bout where you from, all them trill niggas with us/Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up/And I'm still with that shit, just be chill tryna fill up/Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up/And I'm really chasing mill's, nigga, I'm just being real/Everybody running wild now, I'm just being still/Unless I'm still on the road or I'm still gone off a pill" —G Herbo

"In the yo with Slime and Vert, we throwing B's/Last night left out AOD, we was throwing G's/Soon as I did the walk through, bought some extra P's/Then I cleared the new check, iced my neck with V's/Fuck two bitches myself, one I think Japanese/Can't pop off 'bout myself 'cause you clap the G's/Pieces out the Goyard store, bought racks for me/I can't pop out no where under 10 racks for free" —G Herbo

"Walk inside that lawyer office with 100 sticks/Told him that I want all of my fucking royalties/Might as well call me tall 'cause you not shortin' shit/Pablo Escobar, so for real/Five diamonds in that tag on the lear/So my diamonds light brown like beer" —Young Thug

"Honestly when I was broke as fuck, you ain't notice me/You thought days I was posted up at the county jail where I'm 'posed to be/Now young nigga eating overly/I got hunnids old as trees/And money don't grow on trees/But I'm gon' blow it like leaves" —G Herbo

"Ain't gotta tote gas on Essex again/Lord sent a blessing, amen/Mama ain't stressing, amen/Put family first as long they do the best that they can/Just watch for the snakes, everybody that hate, wanna smile in yo face and watch what you make/Just 'cause you born great, in the womb eating steak/High seats in the Wraith and estates/Yeah, I bought yo mama a Range, 90K/I bought my mama a Benz, 60K/Just got pulled over in that Bentley today/Police trying to talk to me, ain't nothing to say" —G Herbo

"Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?/Pussy you act like you scared of somethin'/Gon' and shoot up the terrorists/Then they gon' realize it's serious/I ain't even on that, period/I'm makin' millions, I'm serious/That money come in various/Can't count it, I get delirious/I bought my mama a mansion/So I can't trip over materials/But I'm still dipped in that fashion/Know I stay drippin', that's period" —G Herbo