Shad Da God - Vibe lyrics

[Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fu*k that lil b*tch, 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 Bands on the bandana I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish My ni**a 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 iolence They talking bout God got more tools than O'Rielly's I walked in that club, had that b*tch round my privates I finally gotta pack it, [?] got a ratchet Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it Lil fu*k and she bad, [?] like Hi-Tec Little b*tch, I slap on her ass and Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at I was plotting with that sh*t, [?] got a [?] I don't care about that sh*t, I'm the type of motherfu*ker really wanna see you [?] You can tell my b*tch, ni**a I don't even need her back Who she gone vibe with, [?] This is my sock, shoe, [?] sh*t Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec And we at the same [?] 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 fu*k that b*tch like a savage fu*k this sh*t [Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fu*k that lil b*tch, 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 Bands on the bandana I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish My ni**a we rag to riches like Aladdin [Verse 2: Lil Durk] How the fu*k you want some Gucci lil b*tch, I give you the fix You know I just chace cheques Percocet, Adderall, I'm a junky, so you know I need a taste test I signed my name on the leese, [?] I put some [?] on the [?] so it race, yeah I mix a lil bitty t with [?] Nut on her face, and I tell her that's a face tat Bring the gass, no backyard New Shanell, international [?] Shad Da God I give them pills, and they blast they car Me, Imma keep riding round with a nice Glock Save 30 K, Imma put it on your head, spend that at Icebox Shootouts when the night comes b*tch tryna fu*k on her cycle Free all my ni**as in chain gang, shout out the trentches, they forever gang bang [?] You ni**as [?] ni**as switching, they do it for the fame fame [?] don't ever drop name names [Chorus: Shad Da God] Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet I fu*k that lil b*tch, 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 Bands on the bandana I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish My ni**a we rag to riches like Aladdin