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G Herbo

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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(The Manager)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah

You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (pure)
The president, bitch, like I'm Buren (yeah)
At the residency for sure (yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (okay)
I was just high off this earth (earth) 
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (yes)
These niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (bitch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan) 
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (you fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' nigga a funny kid (yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did (did, yeah)

How you want smoke, but that shit mid?
You a pussy boy, probably turnt pig (pig)
Niggas cappin' like a motherfuckin' lid (ha)
Pour a eight of Wock', vampire squid (yeah)
Pullin' up like Sid the Science Kid
Bitch, it's T-R-triple-six
Down in The O, I was hittin' licks
Known to keep chops, I'm a demon kid (bah)
I know the truth, boy, you're fakin'
That's why you never gon' make it (nah)
These niggas always hatin' (huh)
That's why you never gon' make it (nah)
Pussy ain't countin' no bacon (bacon)
That's 'cause he always hatin' (yeah)
Pull up, big body, I'm on (hey)
F*ck whoever hatin' (hatin')

You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (pure)
The president, bitch, like I'm Buren (yeah)
At the residency for sure (yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (okay)
I was just high off this earth (earth)
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (yes)
These niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (bitch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan) 
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (you fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' nigga a funny kid (yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did

I'm a real nigga, my mother did it
Wake up, hop in that Cullinan
Wake up, hop in the Cadillac (f*ck it) 
Then I hop in another Bent'
Then I hop in another Lamb'
Then I hop in another Benz
Then I hop in with two twins
F*ck it, gotta pull up with my twin
When I wake up, hit the mall
F*ck it, that's another ten to spend
F*ck it, run up a ten with twin
F*ck it, run up, get revenge (ayy)
I been ballin' like I'm Spalding 
I been ballin' off the hinges
Glock gon' call every time I call it
I been feelin' like an engine (know that)
I'm so ready, I'ma pull up, shoot right off the bench
They want me to be on some Twitter shit, I ain't even mention it
They want me to be on some Twitter shit, I could run up milli's quick
I be feelin' like f*ck that Twitter shit, we hop out killin' shit (G Herbo)

You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (pure)
The president, bitch, like I'm Buren (yeah)
At the residency for sure (yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (okay)
I was just high off this earth (earth)
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (yes)
These niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (bitch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan) 
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (you fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' nigga a funny kid (yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did

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