Bottom of the Bottoms - G Herbo

Ballin Like I’m Kobe the mixtape

150 dreamteam, man

You already know what it is, man

I grinded my way to the top, nigga you already know

No hand outs, nigga

Let’s get it

From the bottom of the bottoms

It was nothing under me

Now I’m that nigga, everywhere I go and I’m who all the bitches wanna see

Who could ever picture me?

When I was broke who ever mentioned me?

2010 you wasn’t friends with me, now I’m hot you can’t get bands with me

Look how all these bitches stare at me

Come here baby, tell me what you see

Look at all these diamonds on my neck and wrist yeah baby this is like 20 grand

a piece

I’m a dog with these hoes got em sucking dick, squatting on their hands and

knees

Trying to take the whole 150 overseas we gon' probably need a fleet

But when I think about it probably all my niggas felons

We gon probably need to sneak

People out of town paying me to speak and their charging you to see

Ain’t no more 500, no free shit, bitch my jeans cost a G

Plus my ear rings bout a 9 piece and my watch cost a half-a-key

I’ve been balling since I dropped Fazoland had Cannon referee

And these G Fazos go with everything, buy at least 3 pair a week

And you know for Kob we shoot 24s with 23s on our feet

No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis Vs cop a nice pair of nikes a week

From the bottom of the bottoms

There was nothing under me

Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree

I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary

Cuz living ain’t cheap tell me how this the land of the free

(Cuz living ain’t cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free)

100 niggas on the corner

And they killing shit for me, better not play with me

Never Leave My Brothers til the death of me

79 and Essex when I rest in peace re-up by the week

Baking soda, yola—that's the recipe

Double rock the D

Come and shop with me, one on top of 3

Profit all I see

Nigga look at me, never on shit

Now I got them keys and I got them ps

Super OGs, never mix shit, I love smoking weed

And I’m off the lean

16 that’s when I became a fiend

Spilt a 6 on my Balmain Jeans

1400 now they 17, That’s on everything

100 bitches in the club want a wedding ring

I’m so M.O.B.

that’s over everything

If it ain’t money calling Imma let it ring

Keep a bank roll, my shit can’t fold

Out here in the rain in a Range Rov

In the same clothes, running late for shows

I can’t change clothes til the bank close

G Herbo that youngin' now

'Member youngin' I was running wild

With them killers, we 100 deep

Up on Essex with 100 rounds

And we warring all the time

Lost my niggas, see an opp and we gon gun him down

Show no mercy in the streets they gon remember me

150 at the top and bitch it started-

From the bottom of the bottoms

There was nothing under me

Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree

I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary

Cuz living ain’t cheap tell me how this the land of the free

(Cuz living ain’t cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free)