jaybabyy - vibez lyrics
(verse:1)
i got the drip out the mail
my brother man he wrapping the bail
free young cash get him out of jail
these vvs stones man they not on sale
we shoot at the oops and we don’t stop
them bright blue lights n+gga f+ck the cops
we use them tools no they ain’t props
if a n+gga want smoke he gone get popped
ain’t gone lie l be flexing no fitness
i got the juice ain’t talm bout no citrus
i’m ina trap on the stove water whipping
got guns ina kitchen right next to the dishes
free all my n+ggas who stuck in em cages
life like a book with new and new pages
i’m going over seas like i’m ina navy
on the side of my hip i got me some safety
don’t k!ll the vibes
i’m with my b+tch like bonny and clyde
we looking up at the stars in a the sky
the negative thoughts alright goodbye
tell me why should i be afraid
all these n+ggas bleed the same
all these girls be the same
but they just have different names
froze on my wrist no coke but it’s cuban
my n+ggas like curry they’ll get to shooting
while i’m steady winning you sitting their losing
all you saying is a joke n+gga who is you fooling
sticks ina house n+gga we never lackin
if u think we lacking we gone get to blasting
they talking that sh+t but they really be capping
they could be ina movie they got some good acting
(verses:2 yrn lilfrozo)
these n+ggas they hate how i’m telling the truth
i won’t mention no names if the police come thru
my n+ggas ran down on that n+gga he hopped in the
coupe then drove off like ah b+tch
i saw on his story he be posting them sticks
i gave him the addy and told him pull up
i texted my shootas and tol em what’s up
now let’s see what you bout when yo hoe ass pull up
tomorrow is friday i tol him pop out
when we see him you know he gon drop down
we gon stomp on that b+tch for that talkin
steal his pack and the drinks for the profit
i know he gon snitch so i screenshot the messages
catch him slippin then stomp on that b+tch
me and my n+gga no hoe fight with ours hands we don’t need no pole
he dissing the crew so i know he want smoke
you callin us p+ssy but you won’t even show
yrn we ready to blow if it problems n+ggas yeah you know we gon show
stay in the kitchen i’m cookin up heat
now i get paid just to rap on ah beat
yo girl she ah freak bounce it back over me
you n+ggas not sl!ck i be seein you sneakin
i took his girl and i gave her back leakin
i ain’t won’t his shawdy yeah she started to tweaking
gave her the d+ck she wan come back tomorrow
put ice in i’m cup to numb all of my sorrows
flash out got cash now
hop out the whip with bags now
4pockets full they mad now
4pockets full they mad now
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