Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Really Like That, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Really Like That |
| I feel just like a villain |
| Still a get hit when I’m chillin' (Brrr) |
| Ain’t went cray but I’m willin' |
| Send that pay when they billin' (Ayy, ayy) |
| Money tall like the ceilin' (Ceilin') |
| I don’t know no better feelin' (No better feelin') |
| This bitch ridin' my denim |
| Price went up like a million (Skrr, skrr) |
| I just cashed out (Cash) |
| My lil' shooter with me, he like twenty, he gon' crash out |
| I blend in with savages, you see-through like a glasshouse |
| Never caught no body in here, get your pussy ass out, fuck nigga (Get your |
| bitch ass out, nigga) |
| Shout out my lil' mans, call him Xan 'cause he slump niggas (Slump niggas) |
| I might pull up Ghost, Rolls, I been bought the truck, nigga |
| Know you know that sayin', if it’s up there then it’s stuck, nigga (Stuck) |
| Hit 'em in his head, he ain’t get up but he stuck, nigga (He stuck) |
| Killer where you been? |
| I’ve been tryna see what’s up with you (What up?) |
| Wrappin' rubber bands, that’s okay, I understand (Aight) |
| Pop-out dolo, I be chillin' with the fans (Uh, uh, uh) |
| They like, «Swervo, how much you pay for that watch, a hunnid grand?» |
| Hell yeah (Uh) |
| And I got this bitch on everywhere |
| If a nigga try it, he gon' have to fire, hell yeah |
| Death be everywhere, I smell it in the air |
| When the oppers die, was you still outside? |
| Hell, yeah |
| I ain’t never hide, uh, I’m forever ridin' (I'm forever ridin') |
| I’ve seen homicides, but not televised (Real life) |
| I’ve been round killers, most of 'em on my momma side (On my momma side) |
| Saw a murder at nine, ever since been traumatized |
| But fuck it (Fuck that shit) |
| When I made it out the trenches, said a nigga lucky (Say what?) |
| Some got into one of my hitters, man, he been reluctant (Damn) |
| Ran into a couple hiccups but that shit was nothin' (Shit ain’t nothin') |
| Lawyer money, I ain’t stayin', get that shit deducted |
| Threw up in my Lamb truck, inside of the whip disgustin' (Gross) |
| How these bitches bussin', don’t say nothin', they just get to fuckin' |
| I don’t want no bum bitches (Hoe), see me and they get to buckin' (Bitch) |
| Boys ain’t on the crumb, they might see me and just get to duckin' (Bah) |
| For real, niggas see me, tuck they tails, for real (I ain’t lyin') |
| Ask about No Limit, bitch, we run the jails, for real |
| .40 steel, bought a new four nick I tote my .40 still |
| I’ve been on some shit, I had like 5M's before the deal (Ayy) |
| Soon as the ink dried, I spent a whole ticket on some wheels |
| Know that shit was stupid, I just wanted to see how it feels (No bap) |
| Stood over my nigga dyin', and I really cried tears |
| Every year I get above ground, bitch, I gotta live |
| It is what it is, it ain’t biz, or it is |
| And before I miss my kids, put that sig on his ribs |
| I ain’t never did a bid, but we split some niggas wigs (Got 'em) |
| I be rappin' for the streets, you niggas rappin' for the pigs (Listen) |
| (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!) |