b*tch, DON’T F**K MY VIBE UP lyrics

[Intro: Fijimacintosh]
Ayy

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
Givenchy jacket, it got me relaxing
Pretty lil' b*tch like she came out the pageant
I keep a stick like a witch, I do magic

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
I'm doing drugs in the back of the bus
Come through back door, you don't know who gone comе
b*tch keep on pullin' on me like she drunk
I don't want f*ck, babygirl arе you dumb?
I put the pill in her ass, it was fun
A hundred-six, fifty, don't play with no ones
Step on a hoe and a n*gga, for nun'
You got that Glock, but you ain't gon shoot nun
Rick Owens on me, yeah they call me nun
I f*ck these b*tches, and they better not say nun'
n*gga run up, and I'm pushin' that button
I didn't even do it, my shooters done, done it
I got my knife in New York, like a
I got my b*tch, and she thick like a muffin
Soon as I put the di*k in, it be gushin'
I'm fresh as f*ck, and it ain't no assumption
I'm spendin' money on all of these clothes, and my [?], n*gga I don't do nothin'
I just make hits all day, for the fun of it
I smoke these blunts by the bag 'cause I'm [?]
I [?]
Run up the money be just like my brother
I'ma real n*gga, yeah, just like my brother
I'ma real hustler, down to the gutter
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Ayy)
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough (Yeah)
Run up the money, it's never enough
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (My vibe)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (My vibe)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
Givenchy jacket, it got me relaxing
Pretty lil' b*tch like she came out the pageant
I keep a stick like a witch, I do magic

[Verse 2: Fijimacintosh, A1Billionaire]
I'm with the joogers, that joog like my uncle
I keep a quarter stack, just like [?]
We had to blitz 'em, to keep it 100
We had to stomp all them rats who was tellin'
I got this hustlin' sh*t from my mama
I got this pistol on me like it's belly
I tear your muhf*ckin' block, not eleven
I'm screamin' "Thug Life", Makaveli
Pistol on me, why the f*ck would you rat me
I got a b*tch and she f*ckin' for nothin'
I tell my savage to boot you for nothin'
I told my savage "Go get you a [?]"
I tell a b*tch to go hard she go harder
Look she got good, but I think she got hunnids
I'm in a coupe wit' a muhf*ckin' diamond
Havin' pistols on us, b*tch try it
Had to press on a b*tch like a brink
Won't keep notes on the muhf*ckin' drink
I just flyed my b*tch out from Kuwait
Brought my city to the muhf*ckin' bank
What you said to the muhf*ckin' b*tch?
I ain't greedy, I told my b*tch "Eat"
I ain't doin' no muhf*ckin' leaks, on perks, she want us to eat
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Vibe Up)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (Ayy)
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough
Run up the money, it's never enough (Yeah)
Run up the money, it's never enough
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (My vibe)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up (My vibe)
b*tch, don't f*ck my vibe up
Givenchy jacket, it got me relaxing
Pretty lil' b*tch like she came out the pageant
I keep a stick like a witch, I do magic