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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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If I say "Green", killers go soon as I decide, uh
Ain't no decock, I'll shoot a nigga three times
And we throwin' big L's, ain't no peace signs
Catch them ones gon' kill a nigga, ain't no retryin' (808 Mafia)

I came close to homicide way too many times
I had most of my homies die, I'm just 25
Reason why I gotta ride with iron on my side (every time)
'Fore I have my mama cryin', I'ma finish mine (brr)
Pussy, I'm in it to win it (win it)
I'm breakin' records like Guinness
I'm all in meetings with labels and my lawyer, bitch, I'm on top of my business (Herbo)
I'm causin' racket like tennis
All in her mouth, dentist
Drippin' and proud of this sauce (bitch)
I'm rockin' my own linen

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2013 had 200 racks, no bap
But should've been half a milli but I was too deep in the trenches, wasn't focused on rappin'
I didn't know my passion, really just asked the hood, me and Cap really stayed in the trap
Slept in that bitch all winter, no doubt
Spring when the sheriffs come kick us out
Soon as it's warm we right back on the block with Glocks
Never been worried 'bout opps, so stop
So many niggas got dropped for rocks
Snitch niggas want me to rot in a box
I just been skippin' the cops, playin' Hopscotch
Strap on my left, fillin' Backwoods with top notch
Links on my neck like a box of Pop Rocks
Snappin' and crackle, they doin' a lot
Understand lil' nigga, I'm havin' guap
This shit wasn't easy, it took me a lot
Fans never know what it took me to drop
Sippin', you know what it took me to stop
I done put a deuce in every pop
Filled up so many denims with knots
And I don't owe nobody squat, bitch

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Boy havin' it, uh-huh, them boys havin' it
Boy really rich, boy havin' it, uh

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