V.Y.D.K.

(Like what, shit finna be the vibes)
(This mix between Yvng King and P-Trill 'bout to be mad fuckin' wavy)
("Vibes You Don't Know" is about to be a bump)

All my niggas on go
All these bitches on low
Know the vibes, you don't know
Henny move me slo-mo
Got me trippin', loco
On my grind, it's all low
All my niggas all know
Know the vibes, you don't know (Gang)

You know where I came from
Take shots for niggas who would shoot with the same gun
And that's when the pain come
It's all from niggas who came up from the same slums
Crazy how I saved them
But they slimy, only tryna bring my name down
So I'ma just play dumb
'Cause I'll never fear another who got the same thumbs

Need a queen, who just wanna run it up
Not a slide who only wanna suck it up
Stock, stack, we all tryna double up
Hold on, what the fuck in my double cup
Heart heavy, spilled my pain for you to see
Only rap about the life that's true to me
'Member skipping school and ducking truancy
Forget the mutiny, I'm about unity

You know the vibe
Yeah, you know the vibe whenever we step in the spot
Me and my niggas always keep it lit
But we never making shit hot, yeah
You know how we rock when it come to grind
Just know that we put in a lot
Focused up, I don't know how to quit
That was never in the plot, yeah
You know the vibe
Yeah, you know the vibe whenever we step in the spot
Me and my niggas always keep it lit
But we never making shit hot, yeah
You know how we rock when it come to grind
Just know that we put in a lot
Focused up, I don't know how to quit
That was never in the plot, yeah

All my niggas on go
All these bitches on low
Know the vibes, you don't know
Henny move me slo-mo
Got me trippin', loco
On my grind, it's all low
All my niggas all know
Know the vibes, you don't know

Got bitches in the club screaming gang, gang
Got niggas who fake scream the same thing
Wrong hangman letter 'cause you can't hang
Don't be jackin' mad shit that you don't claim
All jokes on the side, can you maintain? (Yeah)
Maintain, be a man, do the same thing (Yeah)
Real shit, real niggas on the campaign (Whoa)
I'm speeding, Rolls Royce in your damn lane

My bitch, your bitch, in the same room
Home run on your bitch, no Babe Ruth
Good head, good pussy, no hang tooth
No lames in my clique, we straight through
If you niggas take shots, we aim too (Yeah)
All my niggas gon' step where you came through (Yeah)
All my niggas, we fam, no same roof
All these bitches play games, we game too

Fly jets, get down to the cockpit
My niggas got spots on the watch list
Bought a Rollie, bust down all on my wrist
Watch these niggas go crazy when I drop this
Let your mouth pop off, getting dropped quick
All my niggas stack money, who you rock with?
I can open all doors, no lock picks
All my money on the rise, can't stop this

All my niggas on go
All these bitches on low
Know the vibes, you don't know
Henny move me slo-mo
Got me trippin', loco
On my grind, it's all low
All my niggas all know
Know the vibes, you don't know

Know the vibes, you don't know
Know the vibes, you don't know
Know the vibes, you don't know

Know the vibes, you don't know
Know the vibes, you don't know
Vibes you don't know