Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like This, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like This |
| A 100 Million what I’m tryna get |
| Anythin' to get this paper, bitch, I’m tryin' it |
| Ain’t nobody gonna play with me, nigga reach I’m firin' it (Bah) |
| Know your enemy, go, go lil' nigga, mmm-mmm, I’m dyin' with it (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| Suck my dick, bitch, ashy lips (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| Smokin' exotic, I’m high as shit |
| I’ll die if I don’t keep this bitch on my hip |
| Hopefully I don’t shoot this bitch off the rip |
| Ain’t like you rappers with all that lip |
| Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon |
| Ocean my neck in this shit like Pacific |
| I like my bitches with fat ass and titties |
| No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific |
| Ain’t like you bappers, we real Kobe cappers |
| You niggas be actors and not even factors |
| Double the racks and then back in the back seat |
| That shoot like a raptor, a rapper attacked me |
| DM that hoe, but she still in my mentions |
| Bitches be talkin', these hoes they be snitchin' |
| Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin' |
| Had a glock on my waist and I had to click quickly |
| A 100 Million what I’m tryna get |
| Anythin' to get this paper, bitch, I’m tryin' it |
| Ain’t nobody gonna play with me, nigga reach I’m firin' it (Bah) |
| Know your enemy, go, go lil' nigga, mmm-mmm, I’m dyin' with it (Let's go) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this (Let's go) |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Uh) |
| Canary my diamonds, they wedges like lemon |
| Ocean my neck in this shit like Pacific |
| I like my bitches with fat ass and titties |
| No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific |
| DM that hoe, but she still in my mentions |
| Bitches be talkin', these hoes they be snitchin' |
| Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin' |
| Had a glock on my waist and I had to click quickly |
| I went to every jeweler in this shit, told all of them better not tax me |
| And I got two bribs in LA right now, 'cause that’s where the packs be |
| You don’t know you in the Raq, runnin' shit, 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 well done like Boa, bitch |
| So if a nigga can see when I’m shootin' |
| I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit it |
| Okay, she know I fuck 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 then she start flutin' |
| (Whoa) She said she don’t fuck with niggas |
| (What?) So she still shoppin' at Gucci (Let's go) |
| And before rappers wasn’t lying on IG |
| Actually been here sauce like Zaxby’s (Aye-uh) |
| Build my wave like Max B, I’m in New York free Max B |
| I be in New York like a taxi |
| Riding in the Lambo truck, finna pull a lil' swerve, car seat 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' (Whoa) |
| 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' rich, if it’s smoke we ain’t duckin' it |
| I’m in Chiraq when I rhyme with a 100 clips |
| Richard Mill' plain cost a hundred clip |
| Pushin' a Rolls with the Maybach, my brother whip |
| Hit that boy first, know he hear me, I’m comin' quick |
| Fuck all this rappin', we ain’t with this sucka shit |
| Hundred clip, pull out a window and dump at you |
| We back in Friendsville comfortable (Let's go) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this, yeah |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this (Let's go) |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got gwop like this (Yeah) |
| You ain’t got cash like this (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m havin' shit, I wear a whip on my wrist |
| Real killers ridin' with straps |
| Can respond in rap, I don’t trip on a diss |
| When we print out the physicals, cop my disc |
| Chill out, hop off my dick |
| Yeah, it’s me and Vert, skrrt |
| Big 40 in Burts, you get mirked, jerk |
| Brand new Richard Millie, yeah |
| Hop a stack through this, yeah |
| Brand new Lambo runnin' through lights |
| Like I’m at the track in that bitch (Vrrm) |
| Brand new red Rarri (Uh), ain’t no traction in it (Yeah) |