Vibe lyrics

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the f*ck sh*t (f*ck sh*t)
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence (Silence)
I Gucci my shirt, I f*ck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I f*ck 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
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin' that lifestyle, we living lavish
My n*gga 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 violence
They talk bout the God got more tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club, had that b*tch round my privates
I finally got paid for these shows, gotta rack it
Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it
Lil f*ck and she bad and she red like Hi-Tec
Little b*tch, I slap on her ass
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 motherf*cker really wanna see you [?]
You can tell my b*tch, n*gga I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with when she wants some playa sh*t
Givenchy my sock, shoe, playa sh*t
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the Citgo 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 pus*y, she drip on my satins
I had to f*ck that b*tch like a savage
f*ck 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 (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the f*ck sh*t (f*ck sh*t)
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I Gucci my shirt, I f*ck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I f*ck 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
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My n*gga we rag to riches like Aladdin

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How the f*ck you want some Gucci lil b*tch and not give me no face yet?
And I just chase checks
I be on Percocet, Adderall, we know I'm a junky, so I need a taste test
I signed my name on the lease, [?]
I put some pipes on the Hawk and ain't race yet
I mix a little bitty thing with a Bape hat
Nut on her face, and I tell her that's face test
Bring the gass, no backyard
New Chanel, international
[?] with Shad Da God
I give them pills, and they blast they car
Me? I'ma keep riding round with a nice Glock
Save 30K, Imma put it on your head, I'ma go spend that at Icebox
Real shootouts when the night comes
b*tch tryna f*ck on her cycle
Free all my n*ggas in chain gang, shout out the trenches, they forever gang bang
[?]
You n*ggas be b*tches, they honorin' a lame lame
n*ggas switching, they do it for the fame fame
Homicide come, we 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 (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the f*ck sh*t (f*ck sh*t)
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I Gucci my shirt, I f*ck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I f*ck 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
Still having them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My n*gga we rag to riches like Aladdin