Emergency Lyrics – G Herbo

Read the complete Emergency Lyrics by G Herbo along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy G Herbo’s music, you can also explore Fallen Soldiers and Colossal, two other songs by G Herbo.

[Intro: G Herbo]
(??)
Uh, I come from where this s*it get real ugly, it’s dangerous
If your mama tell you not to talk to strangers, she probably mean that
No bulls*it
911, what’s your emergency?
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
We ain’t never call the cops, we was calling ops on FaceTime
Like what up? Let’s link up, let’s shoot it up, ain’t waste time
Feel like that was a great time, ’cause all my n!ggas was alive
How the fu*k all my n!ggas died? We was the ones that used to slide
In my raps, ain’t never lied, hop in the rides, fye-fye-fye
Then we stand right back outside
In my hood, to get some rank, you gotta complete a checklist
Where the kids get neglected and they mamas disrespected
That just make them grow up reckless
This s*it real hectic, they’ll strip your ass naked
They don’t wanna work like Swerv, they just want what’s on my neck
They don’t ever check in with me, they just want that check
This s*it better not get intense, drench, hit his ass with that Kriss Vecc

[Refrain: G Herbo]
All you n!ggas act like 911, talking ’bout this and that
Always talking ’bout this and that, always talking ’bout this and that
Can everybody just hop off my d!ck? I’m having enough s*x (Please)
If you ever slept on me, I’m up now, I ain’t getting no rest, now they need me

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean, G Herbo]
Someone please call 911
Tell them I just been shot down
And the bullets in my heart
And it’s piercing through my soul
The windy city getting cold, so cold, so cold (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]

Everybody looking up to crooks in the slums
Way before they give your ass a book, you get a gun (Huh?)
Everybody saying they your bros, is not one
The young ladies looking up to hoes, not nuns
Ain’t nobody gon’ give you nothing for free, not s*it
‘Cause ain’t nobody gave nothing to me, not s*it (Not s*it)
If you in the streets, better not freeze on the hit
Somebody call 911, his tee got hit
Started with a hundred dollars, made a G and got rich
Gotta watch them broken promises, some s*it you can’t fix
Always look like a lick, ’cause I ain’t never call it quits (Swerv)
Long live John Madden, you still’ll get your ass blitzed (Bop)

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Someone please call 911 (In the (??))
Tell them I just been shot down
And the bullets in my heart
And it’s piercing through my soul
The windy city getting cold, so cold, so cold

[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean]
I’m in the rain with Mary Jane calling 911
I’m puffing on that Mary Jane, tryna stay calm
Told my cousin, breathe easy, help’s on the way
Reminiscing at the repass while the DJ plays
Croix-des-Bouquets, where they drill like the military
And all my young dogs in the pet cemetery
And if my Zoe say, “Now Epita”, I’ll see you later
They curl the block and spray it up like a activator
This is the rude boy saga (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be deep top shotta, yeah
Now the church choir sending you to yonder
Gone too soon, falling soldier

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Someone please call 911 (In the (??))
Tell them I just been shot down
And the bullets in my heart
And it’s piercing through my soul
The windy city getting cold, so cold, so cold