Like This (Explicit)

Like This (Explicit) - G Herbo/Lil Uzi Vert

Tash Davis on the beat yeah

DJ Victoriouz with me in the building

Uh

A hunnid million what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper b***h I'm tryin' it uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me n***a reach I'm firin' it bah

Know your enemy go broke lil' n***a

Mm mm I'm dyin' with it

Boy Lil Uzi let's go yeah

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this

Suck my dick b***h ashy lips yeah

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this yeah

You ain't got cash like this yeah

Smokin' exotic I'm high a*s s**t

I'll die if I don't keep this b***h on my hip

Hopefully I don't shoot this b***h off the rim

Ain't like you rappers with all that lip s**t

Canary my diamond they wet just like lemon what

Ocean my neck and this s**t like pacific yeah

I like my b***hes with fat a*s and titties yeah

No no no Lil Uzi not too specific let's go

Ain't like you bappers we real kobe cappers

You n***as be actors and not even factors

Playin' with the racks and they back in the back seat

I shoot like a Raptor a rapper attack me

DM that ho but she still in my mentions

B***hes be talkin' these ho they be snitchin'

N***as be talkin' these n***as be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

A hunnid million what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper b***h I'm tryin' it uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me n***a reach I'm firin' it bah

Know your enemy go broke lil' n***a

Mm mm I'm dyin' with it boy let's go yeah

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this yeah

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this let's go

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this yeah

You ain't got cash like this yeah

Canary my diamond they wet just like lemon

Ocean my neck and this s**t like pacific

I like my b***hes with fat a*s and titties

No no no Lil Uzi not too specific

DM that ho but she still in my mentions

B***hes be talkin' these ho they be snitchin'

N***as be talkin' these n***as be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

I went to every jeweler in this s**t

Told all of 'em better not tax me

And I got two bribs in LA right now

'Cause that's where the packs be

You don't know we in the 'raq

Runnin' s**t you don't know us

Empty the clip off a hip pour a four up

On the bulls**t on the block like noah

Give me the beef well-done like BOA b***h

Certified n***a can't see what I'm shootin'

I pop out with your b***h I had to recruit her

Okay she know I f**ked with all her friends

But she don't say nothin' she scared to lose me let's go

I f**k them lil' b***hes right to my music

Pull out my dick b***hes start flutin' woah

She say she don't f**k with n***as uh what

So she still shoppin' at Gucci let's go

Way before rap wasn't lyin' on ig

Actually been here sauce like zaxby's ayy uh

Built my wave like Max B

I'm in New York free Max B

I be in a New York like a taxi

Ridin' the lambo truck finna pull up swerve

Car seat in the backseat

Car seat in the backseat

Car seat in the backseat

Your b***h she attracted to money nyoom

Yeah that's why she f**kin' yeah

My n***as attracted to shootin'

That's why they keep bussin' woah

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' s**t

N***as gettin' richer but smoke we ain't duckin' it

I'm in chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip

Richard mille plain cost a hunnid clip

Pushin' the rolls but the maybach my brother whip

Yeah that boy vert know he hit me I'm comin' quick

F**k all this rappin' we ain't with that sucka s**t

Hunnid clip pull out the window and dump at you

We backin' friends feel comfortable let's go yeah

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this yeah

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this let's go

You ain't got cash like this yeah

You ain't got guap like this yeah

You ain't got cash like this yeah

B***h I'm havin' s**t

I wear a whip on my wrist

Real killers ridin' with straps

Can't respond to 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 forty'll burst you get murked jerk p***y

Brand new richard mille yeah

Hop out stack do this yeah

Brand new lambo runnin' through red lights like

I'm the track with that b***h nyoom

Brand new red 'rari uh ain't no traction in it yeah