Bad Vibe

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How you doin'

She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay

She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay

All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine

He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now

Case around, Jakes 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 faster

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 n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see

Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it

And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery

They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky

I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me

How you doin'

She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay

She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay

All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine

He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now

Case around, Jakes 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 faster

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 n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see

Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it

And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery

They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky

I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me

They steady on my d*ck, always talkin' sh*t, they just wanna ride the wave

You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, now I know they gonna slide for me

I wet the streets in the neighborhood, it's easy, why these n*ggas wan' be me?

Trench kid, been with the sh*ts, bullets flyin', now I'm actin' steezy

You don't want smoke like a pidy, child you do not believe me

All the dead opps got me weezy, all the dead opps got me high

I'll be juggin' till I die, spin the block, I really wish a n*gga try

We gon' leave him in the sky, (Po, Prah) It's gon' be a homicide

50 shooters in the cut, 20 duddies in the blunt

Give a f*ck about the opps, we ain't with none of them stunners

He say he playin' a fan, told him to say what he want

Told him to say it again, play around and get shot

He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now

Case around, Jakes 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 faster

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 n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see

How you doin'

She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay

She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay

All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine