Vibes on Vibes

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Gunna (Gaelic: Gunnaigh) is an island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland. more »

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We we havin' vibes on vibes on vibes, nigga
(Run that back, Turbo) uh, yeah
Yeah

Me and Uno and four different hoes
(Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals
Tesla truck with the suicide doors
(Suicide doors)
Can't keep it real, niggas gettin' exposed
We put up this money and let it get old
(Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold
We set a fire when all my niggas is home
(Ya dig, yeah, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds
That's it (Oh yeah)
I got a bad bitch, she don't want a vet
We need bottle syrup
We just stepped in the VIP (Yeah)
No, we don't need bottles
We came with the sip
Too many vibes we trying secure (Vibes)
Talkin' 'bout the money
I give you the work (Work, yeah)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds

I land in LA and I stay at the loft
Dressin' in Raf from head to toe
(Head to toe)
Bags of the midget from Mexico (Mexico)
I had no witness, this case is closed
(Case is closed)
Take off the face then the case is closed
(Case closed) i have the fish and the
Bread, the whole loaf, ooh
(Yeah)
We see a lil' lick, we on top of that, ooh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put dick down the middle, no politics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the dick in her mouth
And she swallowed it (Swallowed it)
You lil' niggas just fake, I'm the opposite
(Opposite) i know that ain't no drip
Won't acknowledge it ('Knowledge it)
I been gaining my power like politics (Ah)
Don't wanna f*ck it unless
You stay washin' it (Washin' it)
I can't f*ck with no bitch who got germs
(Got germs)
My money straight like a perm (Uh)
Maybachs, his and hers (His and hers, whoa)
Got no lessons learned (No)
With no blessin' burned (Oh)
Told the lil' nigga
"Better wait your turn" (Oh)
Ayy, sit back then watch this
And watch how I catch this birdie (Oh)
Hold my back like girdle (Oh)
Hard-body, got a lot of water like Squirtle
(Oh)
Me and young Gunna hop poles like hurdles

Me and Uno and four different hoes
(Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals
Tesla truck with the suicide doors
(Suicide doors)
Can't keep it real, niggas gettin' exposed
We put up this money and let it get old
(Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold
We set a fire when all my niggas is home
(Ya dig, yeah, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds
That's it (Oh yeah)
I got a bad bitch, she don't want a vet
We need bottle syrup
We just stepped in the VIP (Yeah! Yeah)
No, we don't need bottles
We came with the sip (Yeah! Yeah)
Too many vibes we trying secure
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout the money
I give you the work (Work)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds (Oh)

I'm 'bout to geek up, Jag, and swerve
(Geek, Jag and swerve)
I used to sell all my gas on the curb
I went and bought her a Birkin purse (Birk)
She went and bought me a pint of the syrup
Big cup, know I'm sippin' on sizzurp
(Bitch) with my slime, my lizard (Slime)
Baby pop a Perc' and she start to go bezerk
(Start to go, oh, woah)
Ooh, this real plat', no silver (Yeah)
Ooh, come take a look at my ice
Mistake me for a blizzard, ooh
(Yeah, blizzard) i advise everything twice
Don't turn me to a killer (Yeah, killer)
Gunna ain't havin' no wife
You ain't gotta call me mister
(No cap, mister)
I could have spared your wife
I ain't even have to hit her
(Have to hit her, ooh)
'Sace all over my bedspread
Matchin' wit the cizzurtains (Yeah)
Now we make these hunneds spread
Remember we was all hurtin'
(Oh, all hurtin')
Baby make them legs spread
We gon' cop a purse (Whoa, yeah)
Cashin' out on these hoes
We can cop 'em all Birkins

Me and Uno and four different hoes
(Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals (Yeah)
Tesla truck with the suicide doors
(Suicide doors)
Can't keep it real, niggas gettin' exposed
(Exposed)
We put up this money and let it get old
(Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold (Flooded)
We set a fire when all my niggas is home
(Ya dig, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds
That's it (Woah)
I got a bad bitch, she don't want a vet
(Woah, yeah) we need bottle syrup
We just stepped in the VIP (Yeah! Yeah)
No, we don't need bottles
We came with the sip (Woah)
Too many vibes we trying secure (Woah)
Talkin' 'bout the money
I give you the work (Work)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds (Oh)

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