Bad Vibe (feat. Lil Tjay)
How you doin'? (How you doin', huh?)
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks and I'ma flex it so they know that I got it
Ain't gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don't know non' about me
How you doin'? (How you doin', huh?)
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks and I'ma flex it so they know that I got it
Ain't gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don't know non' about me
Niggas steady on my dick
Always talkin' shit, they just wanna ride the wave
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head
And I know they gon' slide for me (Brr, boom-boom)
I put the streets in the loop it was easy (Easy)
Now these niggas wan' be me
Trench kid, been with the shits
Bullets flyin' at 'em like it's 3-D (3-D)
You don't want smoke like the "PD"
Try if you do not believe me (Do it now)
All these dead opps got me wheezy
All these dead opps got me high (I be high)
I'll be reppin 'til I die, swear to God, I really wish a nigga try (Try)
We gon' leave him in the sky (Boom, blaow)
It's gon' be a homicide
50 shooters in the cut (What else)
20 deadies in the blunt (Blunt)
Give a fuck about the opps (Opps)
We ain't with none of them stunts (Nah)
He say he play in the field (Where?)
Told him this ain't what he want (Nah)
Told him this shit ain't game (No)
Play around you get shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
How you doin'? (How you doin', huh?)
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks and I'ma flex it so they know that I got it
Ain't gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don't know non' about me
How you doin'? (How you doin', huh?)
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks and I'ma flex it so they know that I got it
Ain't gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don't know non' about me
Niggas steady on my dick
Always talkin' shit, they just wanna ride the wave
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head
And I know they gon' slide for me (Brr, boom-boom)
I put the streets in the loop it was easy (Easy)
Now these niggas wan' be me
Trench kid, been with the shits
Bullets flyin' at 'em like it's 3-D (3-D)
You don't want smoke like the "PD"
Try if you do not believe me (Do it now)
All these dead opps got me wheezy
All these dead opps got me high (I be high)
I'll be reppin 'til I die, swear to God, I really wish a nigga try (Try)
We gon' leave him in the sky (Boom, blaow)
It's gon' be a homicide
50 shooters in the cut (What else)
20 deadies in the blunt (Blunt)
Give a fuck about the opps (Opps)
We ain't with none of them stunts (Nah)
He say he play in the field (Where?)
Told him this ain't what he want (Nah)
Told him this shit ain't game (No)
Play around you get shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
K's around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
How you doin'? (How you doin', huh?)
She say she fuck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe (Bad vibe)
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that's mine
Credits
Writer(s): Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Dylan Berg, Kamron Ford, Tione Merritt
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