Tweezy - Throw My Vibe Off (feat. MB Black$)

Keep my head up when I walk and show no weakness on face
Can't compare me to them niggas man we move in different pace
You rap about murders
Wonder why you catch case
Don't ask me questions when you see me
Keep my business from the jakes
Keep the real ones all around me
Man you know how we going to play it
Never fell in love before and if I do
I ain't going to say it
Niggas move like C.I.A they really find out
Where you staying
Need a girl like BIA, I hit up London in a plane
He got a man bun
He ain't a threat hun
That's your hoe, oh man I'm sorry
I'm just playing huh
What you say huh
You the man huh
You calling shots you B.I.G
Okay don't say nun
Talking on the net you called me pussy boy you lied
Keep the glock tucked by hip we move in silence when we slide
With the members locked and loaded we gone find where you reside
Can't stay sober spark a blunt my IQ better when i'm fried
In a trackhawk i speed of im doing 90 on the freeway
So much drugs and hoes from yesterday man ima need a replay
In between that pussy like my title was an OB
Brody off them pills it's 3AM he finna OD
On them flight's it's back to back to back just hope ion get jet lag
If a hoe reach for ya chain then call you handsome that's a red flag
Christian Dior on my feet
Switch da flow it's so unique
Stand over that nigga bust his head and watch his mind leak
I told Shmoki grab the pen you know them niggas pissed me off
Just because I ain't say no name they think
My ass gone really soft
Call me chance the rapper, I got all the dread heads in the loft
She like oh you give me pressure
I said girl I do it a lot
Told my niggas trust nobody
Or you get backdoored
Where my cup I need that henny
Tell them add more
She want Chanel she ain't gon say it
Told her ask for it
You owe them money they don't play
They on your ass for it
Man you gon buy it back
We don't care where you at
Give head outside her crib
She gave me heart attack
Don't do xans
Ain't my plans
I do my dance
Like I'm in trance
Man I wake up on my knees
Look to the sky and then I pray
Lord protect me from my friends, my enemies I know they game
What do you know about the hustle, I put the effort for the plate
Keep my demons on a lock, won't let the devil through the gates
They throw my vibe off
Keep that blick tucked
Niggas from the city
Never trust them keep my face mug
And you ain't got no muscle
You can't really tussle
G.O.N the family you play around and they gone
Murk you

Written by:
Gabriel Ohaekenyem, Marcus Bonometre

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