ฟังเพลงLike This (Explicit)

Song: Like This

Artist: G Herbo, Lil Uzi Vert

Lyrics: DJ Victoriouz, Chase Davis, G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert

Composed: DJ Victoriouz & Chase Davis

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, bitch, I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me, nigga, reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' nigga, 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, bitch, 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 ass shit

I'll die if I don't keep this bitch on my hip

Hopefully I don't shoot this bitch off the rim

Ain't like you rappers with all that lip (Shit)

Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (What?)

Ocean my neck and this shit like Pacific (Yeah)

I like my bitches with fat ass and titties (Yeah)

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific (Let's go)

Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers

You niggas 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

Bitches be talkin', these ho they be snitchin'

Niggas be talkin', these niggas 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, bitch, I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me, nigga, reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' nigga, 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 shit like Pacific

I like my bitches with fat ass and titties

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific

DM that ho, but she still in my mentions

Bitches be talkin', these ho they be snitchin'

Niggas be talkin', these niggas be snitchin'

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

I went to every jeweler in this shit, 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' 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

Certified nigga, can't see what I'm shootin'

I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit her

Okay, she know I fucked with all her friends

But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me (Let's go)

I fuck them lil' bitches right to my music

Pull out my dick, bitches start flutin' woah

She say she don't fuck with niggas, 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

Your bitch, she attracted to money (Nyoom)

Yeah that's why she fuckin' (Yeah)

My niggas 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' shit

Niggas 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

Fuck all this rappin', we ain't with that sucka shit

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)

Bitch, I'm havin' shit

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 (Pussy)

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 bitch (Nyoom)

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