Radar Lyrics – G Herbo | from “Lil Herb”

Herbo’s got this way of making the block feel personal, and Radar catches him circling back to those early Lil Herb freestyles that put Chicago on notice. He laid it down in a quick session with producer Southside, who brings that signature 808 rumble mixed with sparse piano keys that echo like distant sirens. It’s drill at its core, but with trap flexes that let his flow glide—think measured verses unpacking the paranoia of staying ahead, spotting snakes before they strike, and holding onto the code that got him here. No features here, just Herbo solo, keeping it tight like a confessional over coffee at dawn.

This slots right into Lil Herb’s 15-track blueprint, a straight-up homage to his come-up with cuts that blend nostalgia and now—opener Every Night sets the reflective tone, Whatever U Want with Jeremih adds some smooth contrast midway, and it builds to heavy-hitters like Went Legit toward the close. The whole thing clocks around 48 minutes of unvarnished street poetry, produced by heavyweights like Hit-Boy and No I.D., focusing on evolution from kid hustler to family man without losing the edge. It’s Herbo reclaiming his alias, less flash and more foundation.

He’s navigating a solid groove these days, wrapping that tour where he brought out old mixtape vibes to roaring crowds, and opening up more about fatherhood steering his bars toward legacy over just survival. Lil Herb lands like a reset, pulling threads from his debut days into something wiser, proof he’s not chasing trends but carving deeper lanes.

X picked up steam after the tracklist reveal yesterday, with clips of Herbo’s IG live breaking down Radar’s beat choice going viral under #LilHerbLoading, fans linking it to his classic On The Radar freestyles like it’s the missing chapter. Chicago’s already claiming it as the one that reps the city hardest.

[Verse]
You Ever Lived Through A Nightmare? (What Up?)
Looked Death In The Face, He Might Stare
Somebody Try And Kill You Right There (Right There)
You Can’t Depend On Nothin’ But Nike Airs (Go)
Have You Ever Been Through That?
In A Bang Out With Your Man Strapped And He Didn’t Shoot Back?
Ridin’ ’til The Wheels Go Flat
Do You Know What Could Happen In The Rack In The Alley, Pitch Black?
Glock 23 Got A Switch On A Back (Rrr)
7.62 Bullets Spit Out The Mac
Ar Suppressed With The Catcher Attached (Shit A Catch)
Empty That B**ch Out The Hellcat And Snatch (Skrrt)
G Herbo, I Been Actin’ Up With My Ratchet
Lil’ Blood Do The Dash On The Dispatch (Go)
I Know A Whole Bunch Of Killers In Traffic
Pull Up On Us, Pu**y, You Met Your Match (Huh)
Push To The Right, It Go Brrt, Brrt (Brrt)
Push To The Left, It Go Grrt, Grrt (Grrt, Grrt)
I Clear Smoke In My Section (Facts)
I’m The One Turned His Ass To A Pack
He Tryin’ Diss On The ‘net ’cause He Rap
I’m Tryin’ Get Shit Took Off The Map (What?)
Yeah, No Homo Just Like A Blowjob
I’m Tryna Leave Nigga’s Head On His— (Yeah)
Leave Nigga’s Head On His Lap
Button On The Hair Trigger, Aim, That B**ch Tap (Tap)
Bullet Holes Gave Him A Gap
Took Some Of His Flesh Off, He Tryna Adapt (Yeah)
Don’t Give A F**k ’bout The Audience
Like I’m Applaudin’ Some Shit, I’ll Up It And Clap
Go Ask All Of My Partners, I Bet You They Vouch
You Know All These Niggas Be Bap (Know That)
Everybody Savage, You Better Adapt
I Don’t See No Niggas Trapped (No Niggas)
My Young Nigga Finally Went Up A Hat
Tell Me ’bout The Drill, What Happened?
Way Before All Of ’em Yns Crashed
Me, I Was Crashin’, Crashin’
Smokin’ Us A Opp, Then Put Out The Ash
Now I’m Cashin’, Cashin’
She Ride In The Lamb Truck Actin’ A Ass (Uh)
Always Rockin’ Some Fashion
Might Buy A Martin, For My G Son Aston
’cause Life Comin’ At Me Fast
Just Copped A New Coupe Like I Ain’t Had The Last One
I Know How To F**k Off A Bag
White Chandelier Look Like Nothin’ But Glass On Me (Bling)
This Summer, I’m Actin’ Bad (Yeah)
Pinky A Hundred-k, It Cost A Jag’ On Me (Swerve)
In Chrome, Don’t Look At The Tag
In Louis, Celine, Bottega, This Plaid On Me (This Plaid On Me)
I’m Teachin’ You Lil’ Niggas Swag
These Streets, You In Or You Out, So Decide (What Up?)
This Shit Ain’t Gon’ Come With No Guide
There’s Rules When You Play, Niggas Broke ’em And Died (They Dap)
He Gon’ Beef With The Gang And Go Hide (Uh)
F**k Your Rank If It Ain’t Bonafide (Yeah)
It Don’t Count If It Ain’t Homicide (Huh)
Four In A Whip, Up The Score And Divide It (Huh)
If I’m With Him, He Quick To Go Slide (Huh)
This .30 Clip In My Hand On My Side (Facts)
You Get Killed With That B**ch On Your Side
(Get Killed With That B**ch On Your Side)
When I Told Them, “Make Cake In My Sleep,” They Surprised
F**k Around, Make A M On The Sunrise (Swerve)

[Outro]
Phew
Nigga
They Want Sunrise
This Shit Like
It Is What It Is,
Just Like What It’s Like And What It Ain’t Like,
It Ain’t Gon’ Get Like

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