kill dat vibe ft. gettabag3 Lyrics

(Bitch, don't kill my vibe, ugh)

Ona real, I've been losing my mind

I pick the bag or my bitch cause she too damn fine

I picked the Trues and the Ricks, it's a good ass fit

She steady calling me back, said it's some good ass dick

Yeah, I'ma pull up, get that shit in

Then she tryna bother me, she said I'm coming back when

Bitch, I wanna let you know I'm never ever coming back

If I clock this Wood, I'm finna have a heart attack

Yeah, damn near have a heart attack

I'm like damn, this beat hit, like nigga, start it back

Nigga talk about some money, don't wanna start with that

Cause I was really running them plays up just like a running back

Yeah, and only hit me for them quarter sacks

Cause I can plug and throw it to you like a quarterback

Bitch tried to come on flaky shit, I couldn't cope with that

Yeah, nigga, really couldn't roll with that, huh

I couldn't roll with that, I had to switch the flow up

Tryna get some paper from the boy, but showing no love

Like how the fuck you on my team, but you ain't loyal

Tryna get to the crown, these rookies call me royal

Nah, I ain't really fucking jacking all that fake shit

I really brushed the hoe off, built like a fake bitch

She on that ss-ss-ss, she a snake bitch

I told them sh-sh, we finna bring the cake in

Yeah, tryna bring that cake in

Asked for a pack, put that shit in coupe placement

Had to separate cause niggas stay up on that lame shit

Yeah, pop it to the hoe, I say it ain't shit

Yeah, but on the beat I go ape shit

I over pop it to you niggas so y'all can't say shit

Like I don't just be speaking for no reason, hear what I'm saying

Like niggas need to quit with all that fake shit

Ona real