Текст песни 4 Minutes of Hell, Pt. 5 (G Herbo) с переводом

Yall know what the fuck this is

Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies

But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby

He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati

Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s

Lost my Sky Dweller, yeah, but ain’t nobody rob me

We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi

I got niggas calling my phone from the federales

Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars

I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads

Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years

Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed

I ain’t have no spread

Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg

Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread

Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head

Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead

Yeah, really be scared

My niggas gon' hop out killing instead

Make sure you cover them dreads

You in the streets better cover your tracks

You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed

Wonder how you end up shot in the back

Same way she was for you, that hoe going again

Next thing you know that hoe going again

Yeah gone with the wind

Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again

Next week I’m all in her friends

.40 Glock all in my drawers again

To walk through the mall again

I made 50 songs, had to ball again

Bitch go leak em all again

I’m making songs like Future, I got a future

And I be up with the roosters

Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using

Thats why I’m dolo as usual

And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters

I can’t be in this shit snoozing

If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running

And I can’t be in this shit choosing

I remember I used to just play with a 100

Then graduated to 2's

I remember I used to just bag up them onions

Then graduated to moving

And really my life is a movie

Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly

If you think you gon' make it, nigga come take it

It do not matter, got Uzi’s

Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet

Now ain’t no wonder she naked

Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face

Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon

We find niggas like Taken

I’m from 0−7-9

I’m dropping 5's

And I’m still slamming the rake’s

Still grippin four nickels and S 550's

This what ima slide on the jakes in

They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic

Me and foenem up in our cars racing

Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily

And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no HaHa Davis

I got the gun with the light and the laser

I live my life and the light is amazing

I used to lean on a lot of the lazy

I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me

She did it long like my lady

I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura

I’ll get with her later

But I know I’m gon get this to this paper

Yeah I gotta get to the guap

If I don’t ima get on a caper

Soon as I used to get on the block

Police tryna give a nigga the vapor

Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off

I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica

Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map

Cuz' my paper major

Everyday of my life I talk to Cap

He said don’t go to no major

So I ain’t go to no major

Still get major paper

Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands

I been fucking hoes that had another man

See 2 50's on the weekend, that was running in

We still counting rolls, traveling for shows

30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show

Ain’t' fucking no dirty hoes

No I ain’t broke no more

My mama don’t live in the hood no more

I ain’t in the hood no more

I barely pop out in the hood no more

And it ain’t even worth it no more

Nah I ain’t working no more

I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more

You can’t see me in person no more

I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more

Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more

A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more

Can’t see me in person no more

Nah I ain’t working no more

Them lil disses ain’t working no more

You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man

You know I’m still on some new shit

You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power

But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck

Bout none of that shit niggas talkin' bout

We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas

In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas

Hittin' niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas

All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on

All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga

We got 30's on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know

Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas

This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know

You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas

R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now

Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here

You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak

In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns

Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real…

Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram

Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram

Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas

Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…