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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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Hoe tryna hit the V like, what?
Tell y'all some more

Ratchet shit shawty and 'em popping out the cut, fappin shit
Shawty know I'm tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin'
I just popped a lil' half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic
I'm like f*ck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton
I'll buy a lil' bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver, she ain't been in no fast one
And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin', I'ma f*ck around crash it
I'm like f*ck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna f*ck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain't really 'cause of her face or her lil' basic ass

Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it
(Uh) Nigga f*ck it
I'ma count this bitch and up it
(Uh) She gon' up it, up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
F*ck it, bitch up it

You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil' racist ass
You used to be a f*ck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me 'cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks
Running track hoe (huh), f*ck your hellcat
And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward
And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I'm a star, check my vv's
You can't see these hoes from afar
I mean you can be these
Don't care if you BD or if you GD
We on that car
Word to my ma, word to y'all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
Whatever nigga place, send him up to his god
Whatever a nigga make, we a double it tomorrow

Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga f*ck it
I'ma count this bitch and up it
She gon' up it, up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to duckin'
F*ck it, bitch, up it (up it)

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