G Herbo - Like This

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{intro}
Tash davis on the beat, yeah
Dj victoriouz with me in the buildin'!
Uh

{pre-chorus: g herbo & lil uzi vert}
A hunnid million, what i'm tryna get
Anything to get this paper, bitch i'm tryin' it, uh
Ain't nobody gon' play with me, nigga reach, i'm firin' it (bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil' nigga, hmm, hmm
I'm dyin' with (lil uzi, let's go)

{chorus: lil uzi vert}
What? yeah
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
Suck my dick bitch that shit lit (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (yeah)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)

{verse 1: g herbo & lil uzi vert}
Smokin' this out, it come ashy
I die if i don't keep bitch on my hip
Hopefully i don't shoot this bitch off the rip
Ain't like you rappers with all that lip (shit)
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (what?)
Ocean my neck and this shit like pacific (yeah)
I like my bitches with fat ass and titties (yeah)
No no no lil uzi, not too specific (let's go)
Ain't like you boppers, you real copy-coppers
You niggas be actors and that is facts
(?...) the racks, sittin' back in the backseat
That shoot like a rapture, a rapper attack me
Dm that hoe, but she still in my mentions
Bitches be talkin', these hoe they be snitchin'
Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin'
Got a glock on my waist and i had to get clippin'

{pre-chorus: g herbo & lil uzi vert}
A hunnid million, what i'm tryna get
Anything to get this paper, bitch i'm tryin' it, uh
Ain't nobody gon' play with me, nigga reach, i'm firin' it (bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil' nigga, hmm, hmm
I'm dyin' with

{chorus: lil uzi vert}
(let's go, yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (yeah)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (let's go)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (yeah)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)

{bridge: lil uzi vert}
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon
Ocean my neck and this shit like pacific
I like my bitches with fat ass and titties
Noodle lil uzi, not too specific
Dm that hoe, but she still in my mentions
Bitches be talkin', these hoe they be snitchin'
Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin'
Got a glock on my waist and i had to get clippin'

{verse 2: g herbo & lil uzi vert}
I went to every jeweler in this shit
Told all of 'em, better not tax me
And i got two (?...) in la right now
'cause that's where the packs be
You don't know (?...) you don't know us
Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up
On the bullshit, on the block like noah
Give me the beef, (?...), bitch
Certified nigga, get sure when i'm shootin'
I pop out with your bitch, i had to recruit it
Okay she know i fucked with all her friends
But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me
I fuck them lil' bitches right to my music
Pull out my dick, bitches start flutin' woah
She say she don't fuck with niggas, uh (what?)
So she still shopping at gucci (let's go)
(?...), ayy, uh
Built my wave like max b
I'm in new york, free max b
I be in a new york like a taxi
Ridin' the lambo truck from the (?...)
Cassie in the backseat
Your bitch she attracted to money
Yeah that's why she fuckin' (yeah)
My niggas attracted to shootin'
That's why they keep bussin' (woah)
I'm with the gang for life
You know that i'm stuck in it (yeah)
You know they gon' up that price
You know they ain't touchin' shit
Niggas gettin' richer but smoke we ain't duckin' it
I'm in chiraq when i ride with a hunnid clip
Richard mille plain cost a hunnid clip
Pushin' the rolls but the (?...) my brother clip
(?...) know he hear me, i'm comin' quick
Fuck all this rappin', we ain't with that sucka shit
Hunnid clip, pull out the window and deal with you
We back in friends (?...)

{chorus: lil uzi vert}
(let's go, yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (yeah)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (let's go)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this (yeah)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)

{outro: g herbo & lil uzi vert}
Bitch i'm havin' shit
Out here whippin' my wrist
Real killers ridin' with straps, can't respond to rap, i don't trip on a diss
(?...) the physical (?...)
Chill out, hop off my dick
Yeah it's me and vert, skrr
Big forty and burst, you get murked, pussy
Brand new richard mille, yeah
Apple stack through this, yeah
Brand new lambo, runnin' through red lights, like i'm the track with that bitch
Brand new red 'rari, uh, ain't no traction in it, yeah

Release Date: May 29, 2020

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Herbert Wright III, whose stage persona G Herbo resonates with the pulsating rhythm of Chicago's streets, maps the contours of an urban soundscape with stark narratives and gritty beats. Once christened Lil Herb, his early moniker echoed the youthful energy and restlessness of his Chiraq origins—a cityscape scarred by strife yet vibrant with the tenacity of its people.

G Herbo emerged from this maelstrom, a lyrical chronicler of tumultuous times, weaving tales of survival amidst the concrete tapestries of his home. His music is a raw testament to the trials encountered on the merciless streets of Chicago, often referred to as Chiraq by those who know its inner workings. His tracks don't just skim the surface but dive deep into the struggle, with each beat hewn from the very challenges he's faced.

His artistry pivots on the drill music genre, a relentless and powerful form of hip-hop that heralds from the South Side of Chicago. G Herbo's verses are more than music—they are urban psalms that command attention, resonating with an authenticity forged in the fires of personal experience.

Rising to public consciousness with a voice synonymous with the heartbeat of his city, G Herbo's transition from Lil Herb to his current emblem signifies a maturation not only in his career but also in his role as a street sage. Through the evolution of his name, from Lil Heroine to G Herbo, there's a palpable shift—a shedding of former skins to embrace an identity that's entirely his.

His stirring ensemble of hardcore drill songs does not shy away from reality but instead highlights a life laced with adversity, yet underscored by a relentless pursuit of betterment and hope. G Herbo stands as a figure of the hard-knocked yet indomitable spirit of Chicago, his voice a beacon for many navigating similar paths.