Hunxho – Stone Cold (feat. G Herbo) Lyrics

Stone Cold

Hunxho (feat. G Herbo)

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"Stone Cold." - Hunxho (feat. G Herbo)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 07:14 pm

Album: Not One Of Them

Track No: 02

(Kenn got the internet goin' crazy)
Yeah
I'm like Stone Cold Steve, ****, stone cold, bitch
Used to love to steal cars 'til I seen where that shit get me
Jail time, and I won't get off papers 'til I'm 50
Ain't robbed in a minute, why I feel so tempted?
I always been ahead of all my peers, I'm too gifted
First deal was ten thou', now in a year, made ten million
Mama look at me and smile, I used to make her so sick
'Member hos ain't used to like me, now my bitches so thick
Now I got money and a G-Shock, this a long way from G Block
**** showin' they true colors in this motherfucker, peacockin'
Try me, I'll shoot it 'til this motherfucker D come
Twin, how you last long? Shit, I been mindin' my own behind
Can't believe I got here, ****, you gon' get there
I'm addicted to this money, I won't never go to rehab
Every time I sit down for too long I tend to relapse
We still been poppin' out in Cannes, don't know nothin' on me, nah
Shittin' on my opps, on God, don't let none be out
Yeah, fuck too many hos, that's how I end up on the TI
Yeah, this money comin' in, the rubber band man, T.I
But you know that I got paid a hundred grand if you see me out
I knew that I'll be somethin', I ain't been average since knee-high
Kon30 locked up in the cab, they need to free y'all
I'm too bloody, I scream SuWoop to the beehive
I ain't God, but know I got the answer, Reebok
Uh
Flame my shit up like Weezy, uh
I'm a real ****, they know that, I don't gotta say it
I was fuckin' bitches before rap, I don't gotta pay 'em
Still hop in the whips totin' my strap, got my mama prayin'
Survived plenty wars in 'em trenches, I know how to play it
All them **** swore they was gon' kill me, how they dead?
Let off 50s with them switches 'til they empty, now they scared
Heard a **** with some youngins put some money on my head, damn
Then I sent Big Opp 'nem through they block and they bitch ass ran
I got on some hot shit just to pop it
Rode a 'Rari with no top all through the 'Raq, hopin' they spot me, they lil' ass playin'
Hangin' out the window, my left wrist, it glisten, half a man
But I had to realize I'm G Herbo, that's they last chance
Pussy, bring it on, I'ma bring that cash in
Drive the Lamb' fast, why I'm always crashin' it?
Every single time I had the ball, I was passin' it
I done put so many **** on, go and ask 'em
Fuck how you feel, I was in that field
I got mils, I can chill
First time I ever blew that steel, I got chills
I get in that zone, I don't think 'bout goin' home 'til some blood get spilled
Big house on the hill, ****
And it's only us, gettin' rich as Jordan Peele, ****
Go up 20 plus when I sign another deal, ****
God, who I trust, I was waitin' on the bus, LaFerrari on the wheels, ****
Bet the streets vouch, went that route as a lil' ****
Told my bitch look at the account, watch the bills hit it
Hate I keep a gun, but I love it if I kill with it
Yeah, I got a daughter and two sons, but I'm still with it
No bap

Writer(s): Darryon Bunton, Herbert Wright III, Ibrahim Dodo & Kenneth E. Stallworth.

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