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Herbert Wright III (born October 8, 1995), better known by his stage name G Herbo (formerly known as Lil Herb) is an American rapper and songwriter from Chicago, Illinois. Herb is signed to Machine Entertainment Group. He has released the mixtapes Welcome to Fazoland (2014), Pistol P Project (2014), Ballin Like I'm Kobe (2015), and Strictly 4 My Fans (2016). His studio albums are his debut Humble Beast (2017) and, with Southside of 808 Mafia, Swervo (2018), his first major release through Epic Records. more »

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Gang
Gang (gang, gang), gang
(Oh my God, what it this? An L beat)

Chase him down, glah (come here)
He on the ground, get up (get up)
Hand me his mans, hit up (they hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (frrah, frrah
Ambulance, pick him up
Tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
F*ck all of your dead homies (f*ck all of your dead homies), mhm
It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (red on 'em)
Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em
Full swings (come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (grrah, frrah)
Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (bold bitch)
Get up close in person with this gen five (mhm), four nickel (mhm, grrah)

Ayy, fifteen shot my first blick, next week put on six capes (no cap)
Used to be drillin', now I'm rich
They still spinnin', shall drench
Stuck in the trenches, I was lit
Nigga, ask Jay P and Mick
And I have to come do 'em legit (no bap)
Still gotta move with a stick (no bap)
He don't know what to do with the switch (brrt)
Got to send more than two on the blitz (phew)
Yeah, my gang get wicked, the sickest
We don't leave no niggas with stitches
Used to stay on the opps, I was vicious
So my mama know you niggas bitches
I be still in the 'Raq taking pictures
So a lot of you lil' niggas bitches, pussy
Finish missions, got exited
Free lil' inch, gotta fight it
Making statements, niggas writing
She gettin' fishy, I don't like it
Four-nick like some lightning
Catch a Vick, this bitch a strike 'em
It did so much shit as strikers
Pretty clique, don't get indicted (shh)

Chase him down, glah (come here)
He on the ground, get up (get up)
Hand me his mans, hit up (they hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (frrah, frrah)
Ambulance, pick him up
Tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
F*ck all of your dead homies (f*ck all of your dead homies), mhm
Chase him down, glah (come here)
He on the ground, get up (get up)
Hand me his mans, hit up (they hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (frrah, frrah)
Ambulance, pick him up
Tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
F*ck all of your dead homies (f*ck all of your dead homies), mhm

Bail out in that Benz (that Benz)
With that drum on me (drum)
This yo' days, don't hit the floor
Lil' nigga, you better not run from me (frrah, frrah)
Catch up, I'ma stand over yo' ass (I'ma stand over yo' ass)
F*ck them cameras, you know I got mask (you know I got mask)
It's on the news, his ass got blast four times in the face
I'm knowin' he fried (glah), nigga
Ayy, light the room, pick on Facebook, got yo' face took
Aim (aim), when I stunt at them niggas (nigga), I rob
They know how I rock (nigga), so they shook (they shook)
All my opps dyin', when it comes to bodies
You know how they look (you know how they look)
I been disrespecting all my opps so much that I got my page took (f*ck 'em)
We can't catch 'em, kill his brother
Foe'nem died, they mama cryin'
F*ck it (huh?), we make yo' mama suffer (make yo' mama suffer)
Nigga, we breed killers, I can make Obama tougher (Obama tougher)
Really from the mud, learned from my mamas brothers (learned from my mama brothers)
Catch a body next day, don't think nothin' of it 
(Don't think nothin' of it, glah, glah, glah, glah)

Chase him down, glah (come here)
He on the ground, get up (get up)
Hand me his mans, hit up (they hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (frrah, frrah
Ambulance, pick him up
Tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
F*ck all of your dead homies (f*ck all of your dead homies), mhm
It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (red on 'em)
Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em
Full swings (come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (grrah, frrah)
Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (bold bitch)
Get up close in person with this gen five (mhm), four nickel (nigga)

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