G Herbo – Glass In The Face Lyrics (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Where I come from, niggas greezy (Grimy), you deceive me (Damn)
I got rich, I motivate my niggas like I’m Jeezy
I can leave the house, get caught without my gun, easy
Honestly, I know nobody but my son need me (Youngin)
I went broke to see you eat, I know you don’t believe me
Just be patient with me, bae, I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with some freezie (Whoo)
Knee-deep in them trenches toting .40 Glocks with Deezy
Walking through the valley of the shadow (Shadow), all these niggas shallow (Pussies)
I’m with apes, these niggas snakes and shit, I see they rattles
Niggas singing like A Boogie, man, I hear they high notes
Hit my niggas out in High Bridge if they wanna battle
You ain’t really living like that, pussy, why you lie for? (f**k it)
Eye-for-eye, sold the same shit I cry over, I die for
Make you famous if we pull your name, something like a raffle (Make you famous)
How you trust her? Adam told her she gon’ bite the apple

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Glass in the face (Glass in the face), Rolex f**king up my eyesight
I’ll make yo’ ass look away (I’ll make yo’ ass look away)
f**k it, if they put a bag on my head, I’ll put a bag on yo’ face (Bag on yo’ face)
Baby, you ain’t got to take a cab, nah, I’ll put yo’ ass in a Wraith (Put yo’ ass in a Wraith)
I don’t wanna go in the club if they ain’t letting me in with the ratchet
I can not be even charged again, ’cause I know niggas elastic
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear, I don’t wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I remember I— I— I ain’t have no money, standing on the block
Yeah, I remember why— why, nigga wasn’t really tryna make no money
I was chasing homicide (f**kin’ chasin’)
For the mob niggas died, nigga, yours can’t come outside (Stop, brrah)
I ain’t really thinking like that no more, I listen now, It’s a million or more in my vision now
Got a big ass crib out in Bel Air Hills, everybody get a plate in my kitchen now (Yeah)
I been setting up plates for a whole lot of M’s, did the same last year, and I’m richer now (I’m richer)
Last time seen bro, had a bust down Patek, now he got somethin’ to live for, richer now
And my car go whoo, like a whistler, pop out, ten chains on like a prisoner (Yeah)
Man, I could’ve been a statistic (Uh-huh), now I can teach a young nigga ’bout business (Uh)
Speaking of business, please do not be no witness (Mandate), no, we do not leave no witness (Find ’em)
How the f**k is it hard to find nigga like me? I’m not hidin’

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Glass in the face (Glass in the face), Rolex f**king up my eyesight
I’ll make yo’ ass look away (I’ll make yo’ ass look away)
f**k it, if they put a bag on my head, I’ll put a bag on yo’ face (Bag on yo’ face)
Baby, you ain’t got to take a cab, nah, I’ll put yo’ ass in a Wraith (Put yo’ ass in a Wraith)
I don’t wanna go in the club if they ain’t letting me in with the ratchet
I can not be even charged again, ’cause I know niggas elastic
You know my jacket is Balmain and I got the denim to match it
I swear, I don’t wanna be broke again, nah, I can only imagine

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