Vibe

[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