G Herbo, Capo, Gino Marley - Squad lyrics

Herbert Wright III

[G Herbo, Capo, Gino Marley - Squad lyrics]

I'm on the money hunt, makin' millions
With no sleep, tell me "Do the dash"
We them niggas, we the squad
Who you think you is?
A lotta money
Guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit
The rest is up to me
Foreign club
Throw me work and y'all about to eat
They ask "you like the 'gram?"
I say "if it stand on beef"
You ain't 300, gettin' shit
I don't ever sleep

Ask me, I get it, I don't never sleep
Keep the streets sweeper with me in
Case I gotta sweep the streets
A lotta plugs
A lotta drugs and they bring 'em all to me
I'm with Gino Marley The Great
Smokin' the strongest weed
Got bond money for the cases
That we finna beat
Ridin' 'round on yo block
2 killers in backseats
Them Glory Boyz, they totin' hammers
Light a nigga top up then light his block up
Shootin' out the doors
Got enough for the roasters
Fuckin' with the squad
Terrors and they monsters
Countin' a nigga money
Bitch I want face not fuck you
Fuck niggas fake, can't trust, imposters
Fuckin' with the squad
Terrors and they monsters
Countin' a nigga money
Bitch I want face not fuck you
You ain't got no money to
Buy Trues nor watches
Money on the curb, he a roofboy roaster
You ain't got no money to
Buy Trues nor watches
Money on the curb, he a roofboy roaster

I'm on the money hunt, makin' millions
With no sleep, tell me "Do the dash"
We them niggas, we the squad
Who you think you is?
A lotta money
Guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit
The rest is up to me
Foreign club
Throw me work and y'all about to eat
They ask "you like the 'gram?"
I say "if it stand on beef"
You ain't 300, gettin' shit
I don't ever sleep

I can never sleep, bitch
I'm too busy countin' bands
Copped a Beamer
Gold and white vellanos 'cause
It match the bracelet
Plus I got this loaded 40 up in
Case you try to take it
Run up on me, ain't no hesitation, bitch
I'm tryna make it
Came from nothin', now you see me stuntin'
I got a bitch to check it
I just fucked her face and tell her
Keep it 'cause I think she basic
Me and Capo dashin' in the alley
She would think we racin'
All I want to see is green faces, bitch
I'm racist
Got a lot of cash, do a lot of drugs
I'm a young nigga fuckin' a lot of hoes
Better cut your boy 'cause she mug the squad
And she come speedin' then she gotta go
We run them bitches then run 'em back
Spend them racks 'cause I got a sack
Play with us, we in all black
Gino tote a 50 and a chrome mac

I'm on the money hunt, makin' millions
With no sleep, tell me "Do the dash"
We them niggas, we the squad
Who you think you is?
A lotta money
Guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit
The rest is up to me
Foreign club
Throw me work and y'all about to eat
They ask "you like the 'gram?"
I say "if it stand on beef"
You ain't 300, gettin' shit
I don't ever sleep

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