Lil Gotit and Lil Uzi Vert - Hercules

ATL Jacob
Pyrex, turn me up
Let's go

Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God)
Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world)
Lil' ma I'm on TV (what), I'm the viewers choice
And yeah, you earned your keys (uh)
That car got a lot of horse (skrr)
Forever stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all)
Yeah I share a son and you made a blessin'
Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me
'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut)
Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat (lil' baby)

I'm on low-key, I live my best life (that life)
Feel like it chose me
All the doors start opening
In a dark room, walls closing (start closing)
I'm getting big enough (big)
My pockets fully stuffed (on God)
I ain't a local joker (no)
Go gamble your life, Poker (giving your life)
Apartments we was laying, no sofas
So why I'ma act like I don't know ya
Always act slime
Jay Die, be slime my kind
But I know shawty ring
Rocking 23 J's

Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God)
Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world)
Lil' ma I'm on TV (what), I'm the viewers choice
And yeah, you earned your keys (uh)
That car got a lot of horse (skrr)
Forever stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all)
Yeah I share a son and you made a blessin'
Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me
'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut)
Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat

Gotta get that bread, yeah, I ball hard (ball hard)
I rock Margiela, like this shit some Carhartt (not Dickies)
Grra-ta-pa-pa-pa, no na-na
We don't talk long (vrrah), uh
I can't fuck that bitch if she got socks on
Socks on, you gon' lead
Chopstick in the Coxon
OG gas make me bop my face up like I taste hot-sauce (woo)
Slanging slap, lil' bitch, dread hang like a rasta
Card, yeah they imposters
Chanel my neck, they petty, girl

Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God)
Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world)
Lil' ma I'm on TV (what), I'm the viewers choice
And yeah, you earned your keys (uh)
That car got a lot of horse (skrr)
Forever stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all)
Yeah I share a son and you made a blessin'
Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me
'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut)
Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat

Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat
Gotta get that bread, yeah, that

Written by:
Symere Woods

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