F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
Three hots and a cot
These hoes tried to break my soul
You can take all that I got
And i still won't break or fold
I grow thick skin in the winter
So I can take the cold
God made me in his image
And then he broke the mold
Run up them bands in the summer
I bet they feel the heat
Struggle ain't do nothing but put fire under my feet
Ima sure go and get it if my heart got a beat
Got the best dope in the city
I ain't scared to compete
Ima make sure we eat
Swim if I flood the streets
I can f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas just leech
I be cool on all these hoes
They just sand on the beach
She gotta worship a nigga
Take heed when I preach
Fiends scrape it off the plate
I think I like to screech
I'm screaming free El Chapo
And free that nigga Meech
Got a fine ass Bahamian
She from the Florida Key
Cute face slim waist
And ass on Georgia peach
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
I did six months on the bunk
That shit bout made me sick
I put six things in the trunk
That shit might make me rich
Youngin told me he felt broke
It turned into a lick
Get the mask and the gas
Free bands and free bricks
Roll the dice and we hit
F*ck them niggas we rich
Stack them chips like Ritz
Money over a bitch
They said love will get you killed
Love my family to death
Ima grind trap hustle
Til I run out of breath
I'm a GTH nigga
It's what beat in my chest
'When I get to heaven
Then I can get some rest
We not DJ Khaled
But we know we the best
Six feet deep
Leave em sleep
If they come try and test us
Herc - G-$hit Lyrics
Herc - G-$hit Lyrics
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F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
Three hots and a cot
These hoes tried to break my soul
You can take all that I got
And i still won't break or fold
I grow thick skin in the winter
So I can take the cold
God made me in his image
And then he broke the mold
Run up them bands in the summer
I bet they feel the heat
Struggle ain't do nothing but put fire under my feet
Ima sure go and get it if my heart got a beat
Got the best dope in the city
I ain't scared to compete
Ima make sure we eat
Swim if I flood the streets
I can f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas just leech
I be cool on all these hoes
They just sand on the beach
She gotta worship a nigga
Take heed when I preach
Fiends scrape it off the plate
I think I like to screech
I'm screaming free El Chapo
And free that nigga Meech
Got a fine ass Bahamian
She from the Florida Key
Cute face slim waist
And ass on Georgia peach
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
I did six months on the bunk
That shit bout made me sick
I put six things in the trunk
That shit might make me rich
Youngin told me he felt broke
It turned into a lick
Get the mask and the gas
Free bands and free bricks
Roll the dice and we hit
F*ck them niggas we rich
Stack them chips like Ritz
Money over a bitch
They said love will get you killed
Love my family to death
Ima grind trap hustle
Til I run out of breath
I'm a GTH nigga
It's what beat in my chest
'When I get to heaven
Then I can get some rest
We not DJ Khaled
But we know we the best
Six feet deep
Leave em sleep
If they come try and test us
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
Three hots and a cot
These hoes tried to break my soul
You can take all that I got
And i still won't break or fold
I grow thick skin in the winter
So I can take the cold
God made me in his image
And then he broke the mold
Run up them bands in the summer
I bet they feel the heat
Struggle ain't do nothing but put fire under my feet
Ima sure go and get it if my heart got a beat
Got the best dope in the city
I ain't scared to compete
Ima make sure we eat
Swim if I flood the streets
I can f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas just leech
I be cool on all these hoes
They just sand on the beach
She gotta worship a nigga
Take heed when I preach
Fiends scrape it off the plate
I think I like to screech
I'm screaming free El Chapo
And free that nigga Meech
Got a fine ass Bahamian
She from the Florida Key
Cute face slim waist
And ass on Georgia peach
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
F*ck the jury nigga
F*ck the DA nigga
F*ck the judge nigga
F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you
Bless the G niggas
And the hustlers
And the plug nigga
We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it
I did six months on the bunk
That shit bout made me sick
I put six things in the trunk
That shit might make me rich
Youngin told me he felt broke
It turned into a lick
Get the mask and the gas
Free bands and free bricks
Roll the dice and we hit
F*ck them niggas we rich
Stack them chips like Ritz
Money over a bitch
They said love will get you killed
Love my family to death
Ima grind trap hustle
Til I run out of breath
I'm a GTH nigga
It's what beat in my chest
'When I get to heaven
Then I can get some rest
We not DJ Khaled
But we know we the best
Six feet deep
Leave em sleep
If they come try and test us
Writer: James Hunter IV
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