Feel the Vibe
Oh my oh my
I'm so fuckin fly like I got wings in the sky
I sneeze out gold
I'm anti-freeze to the cold
No heat I still melt snow
Got people stuck on me adhesive
Give me time how I decease shit
They like weird shit like empty pockets
You sew it then you reap it issa trap
So I stay wit a couple straps
Got 28 grams in the pack
And I'm gettin that back like it's a tax return
I don't take returns
I jus maximize like um Maximo
It ain't no control
So I'm off the wall like a broke picture
Drink in the cup that's my elixir
Dent in ya chest that's how I hit you
Stack money is my agenda
No pretend I'm a realist
Everything else is clickbate
Grind hard n stack up is the only way to get straight
And I penetrate that hoe
Like a harpoon thru a whale
And you can never tell they got me raisin hell
I'm out here Makin boss moves
Fuck the law too
This how I do when I don't like
Sauce up
Drip on em
Kick flavor then step on em
Put me side to side
Your whole click and I'm a slide them niggas
They ain't down to ride my nigga
They weak so I'm a try them niggas
Y'all niggas ain't really wit the stack up
That's why I can't hang wit yall
I'm a animal y'all some lil boys
Don't play wit me I ain't no toy
No you don't want war wit me
So you better come correctly
Don't let me get in my zone
You'll meet the devil under my feet
I'm out of my mind
Out of my brain
Goin insane
I do what I want
Crushin like bane
Make the 40 go bang
I make em wet like a drain
Im drippin sauce like a foset
Blast on her like a rocket
Competition don't like me
I'm puttin verses in a coffin
You got your own shit then you bossin
Shit talkin
I don't do it
Don't come my way
Not used to it
Don't go out sad like depression brewin
What the hell is these niggas doin
Cuttin corners
Beatin heavy
Ridin deadly
In a Chevy
Stay ready
One in the chamber
Ready for danger
Pull it out and air it out
I release a bunch of anger
I'm on the hill
And you below the valley
She on a pill
And you know I got the Mary
I keep a plug like my phone is always low
She wanna chill but I said I gotta go
Well I was sitting back
Goin with the flow of the day
First thing in the morning
Check my phone it's a play
Three hundred on my phone it didn't sound too legit
Chillin with my dawgs off the leash
Not broke in bitch
I'm so fuckin fly like I got wings in the sky
I sneeze out gold
I'm anti-freeze to the cold
No heat I still melt snow
Got people stuck on me adhesive
Give me time how I decease shit
They like weird shit like empty pockets
You sew it then you reap it issa trap
So I stay wit a couple straps
Got 28 grams in the pack
And I'm gettin that back like it's a tax return
I don't take returns
I jus maximize like um Maximo
It ain't no control
So I'm off the wall like a broke picture
Drink in the cup that's my elixir
Dent in ya chest that's how I hit you
Stack money is my agenda
No pretend I'm a realist
Everything else is clickbate
Grind hard n stack up is the only way to get straight
And I penetrate that hoe
Like a harpoon thru a whale
And you can never tell they got me raisin hell
I'm out here Makin boss moves
Fuck the law too
This how I do when I don't like
Sauce up
Drip on em
Kick flavor then step on em
Put me side to side
Your whole click and I'm a slide them niggas
They ain't down to ride my nigga
They weak so I'm a try them niggas
Y'all niggas ain't really wit the stack up
That's why I can't hang wit yall
I'm a animal y'all some lil boys
Don't play wit me I ain't no toy
No you don't want war wit me
So you better come correctly
Don't let me get in my zone
You'll meet the devil under my feet
I'm out of my mind
Out of my brain
Goin insane
I do what I want
Crushin like bane
Make the 40 go bang
I make em wet like a drain
Im drippin sauce like a foset
Blast on her like a rocket
Competition don't like me
I'm puttin verses in a coffin
You got your own shit then you bossin
Shit talkin
I don't do it
Don't come my way
Not used to it
Don't go out sad like depression brewin
What the hell is these niggas doin
Cuttin corners
Beatin heavy
Ridin deadly
In a Chevy
Stay ready
One in the chamber
Ready for danger
Pull it out and air it out
I release a bunch of anger
I'm on the hill
And you below the valley
She on a pill
And you know I got the Mary
I keep a plug like my phone is always low
She wanna chill but I said I gotta go
Well I was sitting back
Goin with the flow of the day
First thing in the morning
Check my phone it's a play
Three hundred on my phone it didn't sound too legit
Chillin with my dawgs off the leash
Not broke in bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Hunter
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