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That's How I Grew Up (G Herbo feat. 21 Savage)

de Future

Ayy
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick
See a ho' and hit the curve, what's the word? My nigga swerve
Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu', daily trapped in with the crew
Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' the screw
I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes
Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof
Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq, we whacked him 'cause he lacked
Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap
Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins
Tiger face in the prejudice, could've bought him a pay
Bust it down, got rockstars, drug helped to fit us
Cookin' dope, hit with a mask on, cold-hearted, lotta tats
Swerve on 'em, just wept, give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo
Put a bag on your block though call the stash to them other hoes
Murder case off a mumble phone, drive past and knock the door down
Body bag, it takes a cold world, west nigga, Cosa Nostra

Fifty thousand in a Burberry stone, gave it all to the savage
Tippy toein' on the mumble phone , like a ballerina wearin' Chanels
I'm snatchin' models out in traffic, snipin' bitches like I'm sexy
A freak bitch and she sexy, I just re'd up, G-Wagon
Do a mil' ticket on the tragedy, put gold vanillas on the camera
I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete, gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy
Your ho's exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me
I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know
I been fucked all the 'Raq hoes, left the club in a black Rolls
A nigga tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors
G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerv' already got those

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins
Tiger face in the prejudice, could've bought him a pay
Bust it down, got rockstars, drug helped to fit us
Cookin' dope, hit with a mask on, cold-hearted, lotta tats
Swerve on 'em, just wept, give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo
Put a bag on your block though call the stash to them other hoes
Murder case off a mumble phone, drive past and knock the door down
Body bag, it takes a cold world, west nigga, Cosa Nostra

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