Last Night

Album cover art for "Last Night" by DooWop (GBE) & G Herbo

DooWop (GBE) & G Herbo - Rap, Chicago Drill

Last Night

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[Chorus: G Herbo] Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin' I walked in this bitch with real demons Pistol Gang and we still mean it Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin' Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin' Should I trust seventeens, still streamin' [Verse 1: DooWop] Straight about the trenches, cold heart, I'm feelin' nеmen (Nemen) Anythin I rap about, lil nigga, I rеally seen it (Seen it) Jumped in the game, adapted to this shit, I'm really beamin' (Beamin') A legend in this shit, my new bitch like Chrissy Teigen (Chrissy Teigen) I hit 'em from a block away, damn! I'm really beamin' Hit a stain, throw the stain, don't we walk around just no reason One wrong move and nigga gon' leave 'em (Yeah) Up the score on one more even (Yeah) Check his temperature, he need no fever On the video call with Slick, he cheesin' I sign a nigga to OVO, we ain't got no enemies (No enemies) Have lil folksnem get associations? Fuck no! My energy (My energy) I done heard rumors like niggas sayin' they finished me (What?) Got a lotta niggas thinin' "How the hell you get 10 a feat?" How the hell you get 10 of P? Why the fuck you in Tennessee? I been shittin' on niggas so long it's like it's 10 of me (No bap) I know that they sick of me Mad that they can get a rid of me Demons with me there do you dirty with no sympathy [Chorus: G Herbo] Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin' I walked in this bitch with real demons Pistol Gang and we still mean it Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin' Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin' Should I trust seventeens, still streamin' [Verse 2: G Herbo] Pull up in a bench of Beamers, how we bleedin' Pull up in a bench of Benzes, all Steamers And I'm makin' sure my nigga next to blow Yeah I'm talkin' AM Cash, now he react a fools Pull up, pull off real fast, somewhere Swervo got to go Love me in the Go, feel like I got the coke, ayy Billion dollar mouthpiece, fuck my necklace 'cause I'm rappin' gold When the shit I'm rappin' have that happen, I been stackin' shows Fuck you want some bows, foenem rappin' lows Want the super lows, just stack for those Still be in the Raq, catch me in traffic though And she hate when I go back, I'm like "Don't panic though" 'Cause I was with some killers last night, yeah Bae, I was with some killers last night, uh I was hangin' out with killers last night And I got in my feelings last night I was sick and tired of drillin', this gotta be my last night I ain't makin' excuses my heart feel cold 'cause I used to blast pipes Nigga stick in the coffin, I'm havin' a home, I'm used to a fast life When I drive to the crib, I think of how it feel Remember my life full of thrills In a foreign wheel ridin' to the hills Remember puttin' our life on the wheel thinkin' about them drills, uh Still don't think my life is real but my life is real Herbo we gon' type the deal, well what type of deal? Dunkin' like Shaquille, I got tight skills In the hall of fame, they gon' write "Drills" Niggas not real, boy, your type squeal And this Cody squeal back then it's right still Niggas don't more want this life and live this life still I ain't 'posed to have this pipe but I got this pipe still I can shoot on my left and my right for real The jakes on the left, bust a whatever pills [Chorus: G Herbo] Whatever way we came then that's how we leavin' I walked in this bitch with real demons Pistol Gang and we still mean it Touch my chain, real flame, know we still heaters Wock and kush, shit from Christopher, we still grievin' Purple haze, how I'm breathin', it's killer season Many drinks, how I'm bleedin', glizzies beamed 'em With the millions, with the hitters, trenches teamin' Should I trust seventeens, still streamin'

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Credits

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  • DooWop (GBE)
  • G Herbo