Striktly 4 Yo Vibe

Luka made that mufuka

Baby tell me what you drinking
Girl you know the bar on me
And you know I keep the gas
Always on full not E
Girl you know I keep these racks on Me
Running shit up and it's rapidly
Yo Nigga a lame, ma actually
Come fuck with a nigga that's Casually
Real Nigga live a real Nigga lifestyle
Got me thinking about you
Like right now
Too turnt over you
Can't turn down
Motherfuck yo exes
It's my turn now
Let me stroke you from the back like A bass guitar
Baby girl you a star
I see who you are
Baby girl number one
She going hard
She be going haaarrd

She be going off
Baby girl, she the boss
She be calling the shots
Pull Mercedes C-Class
Straight off of the lot
Only fucking with a nigga
If she know he got guap, yeah
All about a bag
Lil mama like the Louis
Gucci Prada tags
When I hit it from then back
She be calling me dad
Know the fuck Nigga mad
Cause he going out sad
How you gon hate cause the hoe Chose me though
Young Nigga balling you can barely Hit a free throw
Doee be in her head got the hoe Going pschyo
Baby girl a vibe we don't even need a Title
Love cut deep do I look suicidal
She want me to beat it like I was Michael
How a Nigga hit it lil mama gone Need geico
Whenever I'm in it lil mama gone Feel entitled

Baby tell me what you drinking
Girl you know the bar on me
And you know I keep the gas
Always on full not E
Girl you know I keep these racks on Me
Running shit up and it's rapidly
Yo Nigga a lame, ma actually
Come fuck with a nigga that's Casually
Real Nigga live a real Nigga lifestyle
Got me thinking about you
Like right now
Too turnt over you
Can't turn down
Motherfuck yo exes
It's my turn now
Let me stroke you from the back like A bass guitar
Baby girl you a star
I see who you are
Baby girl number one
She going hard
She be going haaarrd

Do yo shit do yo shit baby
Girl it's you and me
If you was B then Id be Jay-Z
She don't need a Nigga
Cause lil mama ain't lazy
Don't feed into the rumors
Say whatever it don't phase her
We blow weed, blow gas so brazy
She ride me until she lazy
That's my bitch my boo my baby
We take trips the bullshit we escape It
She can't leave me alone
I'm everything that she want
I'm everything that she need
And Nigga you could never be me
For a bitch I would never compete
Cause I done had that
Real Nigga I done bagged that
Fuck Nigga you get laughed at
When you hit her cashapp
She got Doeeskii in her hashtags
I'm yo hoe favorite trapper
She hit me when she need gas bags

Baby tell me what you drinking
Girl you know the bar on me
And you know I keep the gas
Always on full not E
Girl you know I keep these racks on Me
Running shit up and it's rapidly
Yo Nigga a lame
Ma actually
Come fuck with a nigga that's Casually
Real Nigga live a real Nigga lifestyle
Got me thinking about you like right Now
Too turnt over you
Can't turn down
Motherfuck yo exes
It's my turn now
Let me stroke you from the back like A bass guitar
Baby girl you a star
I see who you are
Baby girl number one
She going hard
She be going haaarrd



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Writer(s): April Gray
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