Lab Vibes (feat. Riverside Sherwood, ATM Krown & 2)

I done had a lot
I done lost more
Like it's parkour
Like it's parkour huh
Yeah

I done had a lot I done lost more Didn't win every battle that I fought for
Take one of mine's and I'll off yours
Slidin through the trenches bending corners like its parkour
Plug got a low drop soft serve
Pull up to the block with a cup full of cough syrup
You can get it straight drop
But it cost more
Big load off the road back it in the car port vroom
I can whip the auto to a typhoon
Take the pro wit tycoons
Turn it to a typhoon
23 and 1 solitary in that tight room
Ain't no commissary mutha fucka and I like food
Tried and make it better I done had worse
Had to cut a couple niggas off it wasn't addin up
Monkey nuts shake on the chopper like it's actin up
Bite down chopper chew a nigga like it's Dracula
Walk up
Trench a nigga right out his Levi's
Learn to play for keeps only givin niggas cheap shots
XD buffs on a nigga ain't no D Dot
Leave a nigga broke crying outside the tree house woo

Aye I just want a big bag
Nightmares turn to dreams hold up what's that
Legasea on my book bag
Outer space in a aircraft
MIA up out the way no you can't find me
Im posted with my brothers out the way no this ain't Isley
Gotta watch these niggas watch yo back they be conspiring
Focus on the cheese then double dat make it acquiring
Aye
Get the inquiries
Bad bitch she gone tho it back im in her diaries
Nigga stack yo bread this ain't that go get inspiring
Put yo cheese where yo mouth at stop wit theyin be
Aye
I hang wit real niggas
Get some cheese and a bad bitch because it feel different
If we drop niggas den we gone we in the field wit it
Ima face this one all alone I need to feel this one

I be by my fuckin lonesome
I'm makin music then you know I'm on one
You play wit me den we gone get em all gone
And that's how we rockin for real
You ain't poppin ain't got no appeal
If that ain't drank I ain't poppin the seal
Turn to somebody tell them how it feel
Yeah that's how I got it for real
Man that shit is crazy when you speakin on it
I be smokin that shit to the face tell em keep it comin
I love my lil baby but I don't need a woman
Slap her round cause I beat that bitch ass if she was seein someone
I be talkin crazy just to do it cause I can
Hit mgm I'm liable to blow a couple bands
Doggy bone hatin but I know he just a fan
Claimin you my mans you gotta show me where you stand
Brodie tote the glizzy and I'm prayin it don't jam
If you don't want no problems don't be fuckin wit da fam
Give a fuck if you ain't feelin who I am
Ima prolly get endorsed by yo fucni. favorite brand

Some say I'm Taxin for beats ain't no changin tho
You either gone pay that fee or I'm takin off
And I been grindin so long the brakes went out
Cause I'm the coldest underground I'm shakin wild
I'm froze in the basement now



Credits
Writer(s): Rainel Robinson
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