At the Light - G Herbo

So much money keep coming, I get it like «What I’ma do with that?»

Buy choppas and clips hold a hunnid, now what I’ma do with that?

Wonder who I’ma shoot with that

Ride through the 8 block and the Rugers clap

Call up J. Dot, broad day face shot

Hollows make his face drop, knock his noodles back

Now how true is that?

Yeah, my niggas they doing that

All black, lets go do a hit

Hoodie on, they like «Who is that?»

We at war, we got stupid shit

Talking 50 shot macs with the cooling kit

Fazoland where I’m cooling at

Bodies drop, I don’t got nothing to do with that

And man it’s crazy, that I ain’t even made it, but these niggas hate me

And I’m patient 'cause I’m still in 1st place, but I ain’t even racing

I’m just sprinting to 100's and 50's and Beamers and Bentleys

Yeah it’s with me, if you want it come get me

I move with that semi

Don’t come near me, cause I’ll act a fool with that semi

In that new SRT8 with a whole pint of drank and a tool in this Hemi

Heater right on my lap, yeah so I’m cool in this Hemi

And when I stop at the light I make sure I grip tight on that pipe

I know niggas out for my life

Gotta look to my left and my right

I’ll be damned I get left at the light

Summertime, I remember them nights

I know niggas out for my life

Gotta look to my left and my right

I’ll be damned I get left at the light

Summertime, I remember them nights

Me and Kobe off ACT with the sprite

He just left and they took his life

Wish the lord woulda just let him fight

But don’t trip man it’s gon' be aight

'Cause I got lil niggas tryna earn stripes

I could write them a check for your life

They might walk up and check you tonight

40 sneeze we gon' bless you tonight

Mask up broski, lets do it right

Catch a crowd bring them choppas out

Ain’t no shooting out the car, nah bro’nem hopping out

Yea, smash on sight fuck the cops we gon' pop it out

And we stay in the field, block busting I’m popping out

NO LIMIT’s what’s popping now

City love me, ain’t nun else to talk about

Labels all on my bumper now

Call Mikk like «Bro, what they talking 'bout?»

If they ain’t talking them M’s, ain’t none else to talk about

Wait 'til my tape drop, watch the label start stalking now

I know niggas out for my life

Gotta look to my left and my right

I’ll be damned I get left at the light

Summertime, I remember them nights

I know niggas out for my life

Gotta look to my left and my right

I’ll be damned I get left at the light

Summertime, I remember them nights