Angry Vibes lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Woo
(Dee B Beats)
Bands
Real n*ggas, woo

[Verse]
Real n*ggas live by the code
Catch a n*gga lackin' with my f*cking bros (Woo)
I don't f*ck with opps, all y'all n*ggas hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all can get exposed
With my n*gga 9, yeah, up the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a drill, catch another body though
Like that's my f*ckin' hobby, yo
I'm a real n*gga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' n*ggas
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya
I'm a real n*gga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' n*ggas (Goddamn)
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya
Lil' n*gga, let them llamas fly
Leave a young n*gga so traumatized
Totin' gats, jit, all my n*ggas ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Do a drill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n*gga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
King Trippie, n*gga, f*ck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry (Woo)
Man, this sh*t ain't new to me (What?)
Your b*tch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the f*cking foolery (Goddamn, goddamn)
Glistenin' in these f*cking diamonds
Bad b*tch and I'm f*ckin' shining
Got a bad b*tch from the f*ckin' islands
Taking trips to the f*ckin' islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man, it's suicide
Don't talk, do it, n*gga, do or die (Yeah)
Nobody else, n*gga, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, pus*y, wish a n*gga try
'Cause that'd be the night n*ggas die (Woo)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, they talking twos (Woo)
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels (Yeah)
I'm gon' play you like a fool, ayy
Roll them f*cking blunts, woo
Bag them f*cking blunts, ayy (Yeah)
Sell them f*cking blunts, ayy
Get my f*cking money (Woo)
Yeah, they talking twos (Woo)
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels
I'm gon' play you like a fool (Woo)
Roll them f*cking blunts, ayy
Bag them f*cking blunts (Bag that gas, woo)
Sell them f*cking blunts, ayy
Get my f*cking money, ayy
King Gang, n*gga, we the best, see (Woo)
Dare a n*gga try and test me (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Got six shots in these cowboys (Grraow-brraow)
Headshots leave you deadbeat
'Cause I don't f*ck with no f*ckn*ggas
If I catch a opp, I'ma bust, n*gga
Bands all in my f*cking pants (Woo)
Reason why I don't trust n*ggas (Woo)
'Cause n*ggas be on that snake sh*t
When you wild in the jungle, n*gga
n*ggas dyin' in my set, boy
On the gang, we gotta rumble, n*gga
'Cause I'm sittin' high and I'm f*ckin' hoes
Real n*ggas live by the f*ckin' code
Went from late nights, pushin' buckets cold
To Louis, Truey and the f*ckin' gold (Woo)
I got a trap queen that'll up the pole (Woo)
If a n*gga talking that f*ckin' smoke
King Trippie ain't no f*cking joke
And I rep my hood like a f*cking pope
Shoot you in the neck, hope you die slow (Woo)
Leave you white and pale like the f*ckin' snow (Yeah, yeah, goddamn)
Off of that codeine
And I'm leaning, n*gga, like a f*cking slope (Woo)
[Outro]
Ayy, leaning off of that codeine (Codeine)
Woo, promethazine got a n*gga leaning to the left, ayy
I'm off of that codeine, ayy
Promethazine, all the drugs, all the drugs (All the drugs)