Lonely Vibes

I know that you miss me

But you got too much pride oh

Thought you're not able

Then love being lied to oh

I heard another n***a got left last night

That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call a n***a said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all I'm on my lonely vibes

I I get so high

Oh my I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes I seen real life

I seen thugs cry I seen doves fly

Ay let's call baddies you ain't got none

Ay my Nina glizzy is a tefflon

Ay you play with Gigi get your head blown oh

I was on the move and now he dead and gone

Paid two-thirty and they killed my soul

I do anything to protect my bros

I'm trappin' bags but you ain't tryna go to war

Just send the addy bet we pop up at your door

Imagine mama puttin' yo a*s down in the floor

Shoot you with my Rollie on like b***h it's time to go

They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote

I sold that s**t go in your nose

B***h these street s**t all I know oh

I heard another n***a got left last night

That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call a n***a said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all I'm on my lonely vibes

I I get so high

Oh my I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes I seen real life

I seen thugs cry I seen doves fly

All rats go to Hell you know it ain't no tellin'

And you know what they say that all thugs go to Heaven

We got J57s Glock 9s and MAC 11s

Don't matter where I go it's still forever Trey seven

I got n***as buss yo' melon

I just make the dab call my n***a he a felon

I turned him to a d**n boss

All them lame f**kin' with me f**k

They think I'm playin' dawg

It was a big shoot out and you got caught

In the d**n 'cross

Got me sweepin' the whole block yeah like a d**n mop

Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb' we call that a Lamb' chop

Two b***hes on the West side make 'em suck the same cock

Hit 'em from they best side

I think they got the same doc' uh

I heard another n***a got left last night

That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call a n***a said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all I'm on my lonely vibes

I I get so high

Oh my I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes I seen real life

I seen thugs cry I seen doves fly

I know that you miss me

But you got too much pride oh

Thought you're not able

Then love being lied to oh

Left last night

To you