Vibe

Lyrics

[Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up) Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit (Fuck shit) I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up) God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence (Silence) I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it I think I want money before I get the mansion I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy I'm reppin' that lifestyle, we living lavish My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin [Verse 1: Shad Da God] God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence I come from pimping, that trapping, that violence They talk bout the God got more tools than O'Rielly's I walked in that club, had that bitch round my privates I finally got paid for these shows, gotta rack it Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it Lil fuck and she bad and she red like Hi-Tec Little bitch, I slap on her ass Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at I was plotting with that shit, [?] got a [?] I don't care about that shit, I'm the type of motherfucker really wanna see you [?] You can tell my bitch, nigga I don't even need her back Who she gone vibe with when she wants some playa shit Givenchy my sock, shoe, playa shit Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec And we at the Citgo where we sold crack at Fill the sink in the apartment with the backend We keep the trap closed like a casket Water on me, my AP look like a Patek Water her pussy, she drip on my satins I had to fuck that bitch like a savage Fuck this shit [Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up) Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit (Fuck shit) I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up) God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it I think I want money before I get the mansion I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin [Verse 2: Lil Durk] How the fuck you want some Gucci lil bitch and not give me no face yet? And I just chase checks I be on Percocet, Adderall, we know I'm a junky, so I need a taste test I signed my name on the lease, [?] I put some pipes on the Hawk and ain't race yet I mix a little bitty thing with a Bape hat Nut on her face, and I tell her that's face test Bring the gass, no backyard New Chanel, international [?] with Shad Da God I give them pills, and they blast they car Me? I'ma keep riding round with a nice Glock Save 30K, Imma put it on your head, I'ma go spend that at Icebox Real shootouts when the night comes Bitch tryna fuck on her cycle Free all my niggas in chain gang, shout out the trenches, they forever gang bang [?] You niggas be bitches, they honorin' a lame lame Niggas switching, they do it for the fame fame Homicide come, we don't ever drop name names [Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up) Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit (Fuck shit) I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up) God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it I think I want money before I get the mansion I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic Still having them bags, I'm the bag daddy I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin