Vibes
I see we got niggaz mad uhuh, but i aint trippin doh
Suckas getting unlaced shoestrings we trippn onem
Heard niggas wanted our heads
now wanna get along
Niggaz in dey feelings like peezy said
Niggaz need a loan
Speak highly when u talk bout da gang
Bxtch iss Doubted shit
Hate that we ain't ina same lane
Put us in they politics
Hate the fact that nigga we the shit
& they a pile of shit
Don't rap about ma kicks
Cus u cant walk a quarter mile in them
The way im pulling strings together you'd think I'm playin a violin
Trynna keep that look on momma face i lover smiling
Know i cant forget bout thing 1&2 that's a promise
Kuz without y'all ma soul a be gone im bein honest
But this song aint bout that
So while we still here i'm finnuh find a way to count that
Same lil thing that they put inside mouse trap
With the same ass gang that you seen with them shirts on
Well issa family not a gang we ont bang i aint kirko
Talk like iss cookies buh fuck around n b purpd out
Niggas really hoes just gone head n pull ya skirts out
You know what to do ay toes gone pull the hearse out
Ay bu where dem binoculars we finnuh go on lurk out
Bxtch lemme show you how to hit the money dance
Im tryna come up like at least 100 bvndz
A dump come hit the 4 fa land since mr funny man think he, mr funny man yea
Cant trust nun no
I, WE won yea
Run these funds up
Keep this foot down
Look they shook now
Pivot now fade away & if aint a way
See what's meant fa me & ill pave a way
The playa way
Kuz lots a mfs sellin woof tickets
Circumference got smaller some niggas switched positions
But fuck that, i ain even trippin i gotta get it
3 fa 1 i ain't tryna double, im tryna triple it
Man i know somebody gotta feel me
Fake what never that bxtch this the real me
Bitch u ain't bad u mo like billie jean
Bitch im on they necks pass me the guillotine
But who was there when they told u
They was gon show up
& who was there when niggaz hated u & they showed love
& who was there for when you got into all them problems
Me & ma heart specifically from da bottom
Man the shit i go through you'd prolly crawl up ina sea shell
Don't do this shit fa me i want the whole fam to eat well
Moms & her 4 kidz see 3 but i ain't goin ndetail
A krueger after hearing this tell me if they sleep well, iss Dank
Suckas getting unlaced shoestrings we trippn onem
Heard niggas wanted our heads
now wanna get along
Niggaz in dey feelings like peezy said
Niggaz need a loan
Speak highly when u talk bout da gang
Bxtch iss Doubted shit
Hate that we ain't ina same lane
Put us in they politics
Hate the fact that nigga we the shit
& they a pile of shit
Don't rap about ma kicks
Cus u cant walk a quarter mile in them
The way im pulling strings together you'd think I'm playin a violin
Trynna keep that look on momma face i lover smiling
Know i cant forget bout thing 1&2 that's a promise
Kuz without y'all ma soul a be gone im bein honest
But this song aint bout that
So while we still here i'm finnuh find a way to count that
Same lil thing that they put inside mouse trap
With the same ass gang that you seen with them shirts on
Well issa family not a gang we ont bang i aint kirko
Talk like iss cookies buh fuck around n b purpd out
Niggas really hoes just gone head n pull ya skirts out
You know what to do ay toes gone pull the hearse out
Ay bu where dem binoculars we finnuh go on lurk out
Bxtch lemme show you how to hit the money dance
Im tryna come up like at least 100 bvndz
A dump come hit the 4 fa land since mr funny man think he, mr funny man yea
Cant trust nun no
I, WE won yea
Run these funds up
Keep this foot down
Look they shook now
Pivot now fade away & if aint a way
See what's meant fa me & ill pave a way
The playa way
Kuz lots a mfs sellin woof tickets
Circumference got smaller some niggas switched positions
But fuck that, i ain even trippin i gotta get it
3 fa 1 i ain't tryna double, im tryna triple it
Man i know somebody gotta feel me
Fake what never that bxtch this the real me
Bitch u ain't bad u mo like billie jean
Bitch im on they necks pass me the guillotine
But who was there when they told u
They was gon show up
& who was there when niggaz hated u & they showed love
& who was there for when you got into all them problems
Me & ma heart specifically from da bottom
Man the shit i go through you'd prolly crawl up ina sea shell
Don't do this shit fa me i want the whole fam to eat well
Moms & her 4 kidz see 3 but i ain't goin ndetail
A krueger after hearing this tell me if they sleep well, iss Dank
Credits
Writer(s): Jihadie Sanders
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