Issa Vibe

(Verse 1)
I toke the smoke up then I’m gone, out of sight
No more service on my phone, poltergeist
I be going ghost I be on the rolls
Imma cop a ghost eenie meenie miney mo

You gon be feeling wraith, hop in your whip and then say all that shit to my face
Stop politicking bout the drip I slay independent I guess that they pendant be 0-k
That’s zero, for the au, that beat gold, and I say truth
My beefs bloody as they choose
If i get atchou then bless you
Competition in my genes and my tissues
True religion full of tools on a mission
I cannot aim and then I miss you
After the queen and I take out the pistol
I’m on one, oh they get to popping pills
I’m gonna get to clocking bills
I gotta crop the minutes
Gotta be bout copping digits
Hit the bottom of the list when you call on this shit god damn

(Hook)
I ain’t pickin up my line unless you’re calling bout the doe
I got digits on my mind more than I got em on my phone
I be chilling with the tribe all the way to Monaco
Telling bitches what I strive but they always some more

Throw the money in the safe issa vibe
Feeling wavy in the haze I’m energized
Either roll the paper or I stack it up
I’ll be in a phantom and I ain’t backing up

(Verse 2)
Chilling with the pots and pans, serving this shit I’m a pharmacist
Spitting this venom by pop demand, show me a match and I’m an arsenist
Yeah I flame them fauxs they can’t fit in my Timbs
I’m imposing you can ask the critics
If I aim yeah bitch I said I can’t miss
If I aim at the goat yeah I’m slitting my wrist
Wait a minute wait a minute
Now let me second my shit
I know i talk a lot about whats on clocks
Cuz all I wanna see is racks in my pockets
I’m on one, oh they get to popping pills
I’m gonna get to clocking bills
I gotta crop the minutes
Gotta be bout copping digits
Hit the bottom of the list when you call on this shit god damn