Ill Leet - Vibe (feat. YN Young Jay)

I be so high
I touch the sky
I don't een walk in this bih, I just fly
I don't een talk in this bih, I just vibe
Don't need a clock in this bih for the time
I feel like a skater, I'm on the grind
Oh you a hater? It'll be fine
I had to slay her, that biddy fine
I had to save her, that bih a dime

I'm rockin' Jimmy, achoo
My drip is sick, nigga I got the flu
I feel like Bishop, bitch I got the juice
This is a stickup, bitch I need the blue
Yeah, I need the loot, hop in the booth
These niggas scared 'cause they know we the truth
This deeper than rap, this deeper than you
That money talkin', it speak for the youth
I keep a tool, I keep a rod
You actin' fishy, shoot through yo facade
Bih, after that, I'ma leave you to God
Ripely bitch, you can believe it or not
Yeah, fuck what you thought, fuck what you heard
I keep that fye, get smoked like a herb
My niggas step if I give them the word
Fuck around take yo last breath on the curb
Just look in the sky, I'm fly as a bird
Bih I be geeked, I'm high as a nerd's
Sock, pass me the AUX
If I'm at a cookout, pass me the ox-
Tails, checks in the mail
Name hold weight like a muhfuckin' scale
House got a gate like a muhfuckin' jail
These niggas fake like a muhfuckin' tale
But ya girl give me head
Tell me how I had her in the bed, ayy
Tell me how she ride me like a sled, ayy
Tell me how she told me what you said, ha
I don't even care 'bout what you said
I'm just tryna stack me up some bread
Oh wait, hold up, almost forgot
& she also told me I'm the best, ha

Hot as the sun, colder than ice
I'm having fun, the time of my life
Nigga I won, you lost the fight
I brought a gun, you brought a knife
I ain't the one, better think twice
Bitch I ain't dumb, I'm tryna be nice
Came from the slums & rollin' the dice
Ain't lookin back, I think I know why, 'cause

I be so high
I touch the sky
I don't een walk in this bih, I just fly
I don't een talk in this bih, I just vibe
Don't need a clock in this bih for the time
I feel like a skater, I'm on the grind
Oh you a hater? It'll be fine
I had to slay her, that biddy fine (Yo)
I had to save her, that bih a dime

Niggas don't live, they 'bout to die
I'm 'bout to catch 'er, she in the rye
I only like when my bitches is bi
When we get caught up, she tellin' them lies
Nigga, don't try me, I'm not the guy
You gon' ask how am I making you fly
You gon' ask how am I making you cry
You gon' ask how am I making you die
What are the standards? Can I get through?
Why niggas hate when they better than you?
Why do it hurt when I tell you the truth?
Niggas is sick, Jimmy Choo with the flu
I got the flavor, I got the juice
I got the sauce, lost in the glue
Where is the money? They payment is due
I cannot wait till VV's on my tooth
'Cause I do not walk in this bih, I just vibe
You better not cross me 'cause you can get fried
Ruga my shoota, the first one to slide
Creep through yo house, I'm feeling' like Sly
Feel like a robber, feel like a spy
Bitch I'm professional, fix up the tie
Niggas be hatin', I'm askin' them "why?"
It do not matter 'cause they bout to die, ayy

Written by:
Gerard Fils-Aime, Khalid Yazid

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