Lyrics to No Guts, No Glory
Uh, uh
This that real player shit, you know, from a real player that just sit back and look at life and see how this shit goin' now
Yeah
I just been in mode
This for them bitches that ain't love me, before I was in that Rolls (Phew)
But fuck them hoes, I'm still runnin' tryna chase my goals (Swervo)
They all eaters, like the Reaper, tryna take my soul
They call me the humble one, but I know I'm the G.O.A.T (Goat)
Yeah I'm calm, I'm still a tickin' bomb, I'ma blow
Got the world sittin' in my palms, drop the lo'
How much I pay? Got too many charms, I don't know (I don't know)
I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my mom or with my bros (Bros)
You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (Won't go)
And niggas talk but they don't mean no harm, they some hoes (You know that)
Killers spinnin', I ain't in attendance, I'm a no-show
If you mention me, I know what's up, that's just promo
Big G Herbo fly without that fire, that's a no-no
This bitch been on my side since my nigga died, flamin' that iron, my lil' nigga fried
I'm really that nigga, how can I hide? Fly to Atlanta and pop out at Hyde
Walk out of Hyde and go to the bove
Seen that water, I dove (You know that)
And I'ma stick to the code (You know that)
I used to play with the stove (You know that)
I used to pay for them O's
Now they payin' for records I sold
Now I just fly to New York and I'm payin' the jeweler for makin' my mode (Swervo)
Now I got like three cribs and three kids, I feel like I'm old
I taught them niggas the game, they know what it is, I feel like they owe me
Really a nigga don't owe me shit, if you was born by yourself, get rich
Beat my his mom, made him pick the switch, five years later that switch on the stick (Brr)
I was down, I ain't have shit, Swervo rich, I still ain't switch
Made the drive, but I can't pick 'cause all these hoes on my dick
Used to ridin' with that blick
Used to love firin' like my Bic
Swervo ridin' in that six
G six three, that's my bitch
Wreck the 'hawk, got it towed
Lost my dog, bought him froze (Max)
Wish the Bulls would've gave D-Rose a max
Still ball like D-Rose at Saks
I be switchin' from Rolls to Lamb'
I be switchin' from Rolls to 'Lac
I be switchin' from rapper to savage
Savages love me, let 'em hold the sack
I'm still the same, word to my tats
Cock and bang, word to my Gat
I'm so charismatic I act
You ain't even know I act like that
I barely pop outside with stacks
I got to pop outside with straps
Soon as I pop out I'm on go
How bro pop outside and lack?
G Herbo
Swervo
I'm G Herbo and Swervo, can't even-
I can't even tell the difference between G Herbo and Swervo
This that real player shit, you know, from a real player that just sit back and look at life and see how this shit goin' now
Yeah
I just been in mode
This for them bitches that ain't love me, before I was in that Rolls (Phew)
But fuck them hoes, I'm still runnin' tryna chase my goals (Swervo)
They all eaters, like the Reaper, tryna take my soul
They call me the humble one, but I know I'm the G.O.A.T (Goat)
Yeah I'm calm, I'm still a tickin' bomb, I'ma blow
Got the world sittin' in my palms, drop the lo'
How much I pay? Got too many charms, I don't know (I don't know)
I'm in the 'Raq, I ain't even see my mom or with my bros (Bros)
You tell me show up, I can't pull up armed, I don't go (Won't go)
And niggas talk but they don't mean no harm, they some hoes (You know that)
Killers spinnin', I ain't in attendance, I'm a no-show
If you mention me, I know what's up, that's just promo
Big G Herbo fly without that fire, that's a no-no
This bitch been on my side since my nigga died, flamin' that iron, my lil' nigga fried
I'm really that nigga, how can I hide? Fly to Atlanta and pop out at Hyde
Walk out of Hyde and go to the bove
Seen that water, I dove (You know that)
And I'ma stick to the code (You know that)
I used to play with the stove (You know that)
I used to pay for them O's
Now they payin' for records I sold
Now I just fly to New York and I'm payin' the jeweler for makin' my mode (Swervo)
Now I got like three cribs and three kids, I feel like I'm old
I taught them niggas the game, they know what it is, I feel like they owe me
Really a nigga don't owe me shit, if you was born by yourself, get rich
Beat my his mom, made him pick the switch, five years later that switch on the stick (Brr)
I was down, I ain't have shit, Swervo rich, I still ain't switch
Made the drive, but I can't pick 'cause all these hoes on my dick
Used to ridin' with that blick
Used to love firin' like my Bic
Swervo ridin' in that six
G six three, that's my bitch
Wreck the 'hawk, got it towed
Lost my dog, bought him froze (Max)
Wish the Bulls would've gave D-Rose a max
Still ball like D-Rose at Saks
I be switchin' from Rolls to Lamb'
I be switchin' from Rolls to 'Lac
I be switchin' from rapper to savage
Savages love me, let 'em hold the sack
I'm still the same, word to my tats
Cock and bang, word to my Gat
I'm so charismatic I act
You ain't even know I act like that
I barely pop outside with stacks
I got to pop outside with straps
Soon as I pop out I'm on go
How bro pop outside and lack?
G Herbo
Swervo
I'm G Herbo and Swervo, can't even-
I can't even tell the difference between G Herbo and Swervo
