Lil Herb - Whatchu Get Lyrics
[Intro]Look, wWhen you out here playing this street shit manWhat you see ain't always whatchu getMain thing, don't panic, keep yo head upR.I.P. them niggas, R.I.P. big squadLets get it, GANG![Hook]Imma tell you this, what you see ain't always whatchu getSo when you out here in these streets can't never trust no *****Stay in that trap and work your wrist, you just might get richYou think that work was Jesse White the way I make it flipIn the streets I learned some shit that I can't forgetRule number 1 don't never snitch you know what they getRule number 2 worry about you, don't owe nobody shitAnd remember this, what you see ain't always whatchu get[Verse 1]Imma tell you this what you see ain't always whatchu getCause I saw that light right before my eyes, but they ain't hit shitRemember all them nights, totin' all them pipes to protect my lifeImma ride for the squad, even when it ain't right, to protect my stripesMad Max goin right from the block to the opps, now he right by mikesHammers *****ed 30 shots coming out that Glock, when he drop take flightAnd you know for Lil Roc we ain't never gon stop, till we all on topVeto city, Roc block, ***** all of the opps, we gon' put em all in a boxBout 200+ eyeballs on the block, and we all gotta watchSeem like you can't post up at all with the jocks, niggas calling the copsShit'll never be the same, if hit another stain, imma spend it all on a watchLil shit on your instagram don't mean nothing bruh, is you balling or not?Yeah enough of the flexin', niggas duck from the weapons, I'm calling the shotsTeaching suckers a lesson, give they *****es a blessing through all of my guapAnd these nothing ass hoes got y'all niggas stressing, man it all gotta stopYa ***** all on my jock, won't believe what she did when she saw all my knots[Hook][Verse 2]If she know about you way before you meet her, then that ***** a eaterFirst week she want you to meet all her peoples, don't trust them eitherLowkey around you, hope her nigga don't see her, ***** around and beat herKnow I got that heater, I ain't worried bout nothing, I'm just puffing reeferYou can catch me in the hood, niggas think it's all goodBut I don't trust them neitherCouple G's on me, and if I wanted to shit, I could drop it on my sneakersAnd I gotta get rich, cause this money ain't shitLike I'm just working on featuresAnd I don't owe you shit, you ain't ride for my cliqueNigga you ain't tote them heatersIf you play the other team we'll have your momma crying, walking on my bleachersYou can't walk in my sneakers, you ain't from where I'm fromYou don't rock with my peoples, and they don't rock you neitherYou ain't been where I been, you ain't did what I didWhen I pull up in the shit, I'm a made nigga sick, they can't spit what I spit[Hook]
