Vine ft. Java Lyrics

Switched lanes

To the money

Should have been on that shit

The whole time

Guess I never let it change me

Ya'll cap

No facts

I'm back

All Black

Like James

Like Bond

Can't blame me

They ain't know Iley

They ain't know us

Imma put that shit on my chain

So its there

On my chest

When yo' bitch

Ah fuck it man

I ain't need to explain

Ah fuck it man

I'd prolly' give her back pain

Lucky you

Got no time for a new bitch

Lucky me

Got no time for an old ho

Me and Java

Pullin' 44s

In the fast lane

All my dogs hold it down

Bet you they'd show

If I told em' come around

45 millimeter on me

I don't show it

I don't pull it

I just give them boys a call

And they a' hunt you like,

Damn

Prince so vain

Check my neck bitch

Check my name

Like, Oh

Catch my wave

Find Namaste

Yeah the high feels good

But we cant fuck with the lows

Yeah the high feel good

But we cant fuck with the lows

The lows

The lows

The lows

I said the high feels good

But I can't fuck with the lows

Get low

Get low

Yeah

Thinkin' back then

To my old shit

I was so dumb

I was so lit

Like fuck sum' bitch

Was all that

I could think about

And I remember

Learning never think

With yo' dick

Like

Oh man

Oh man

What I did

To myself

And them girls

And my moms

Got lucky

Now I skate on em'

Ion' need no bitch

I ain't bringing sand

To the beach

At the Palms

Like

Fuck all ya'll

Bitch I came for some money

I got three more days

Then I'm back out the country

I like hoes

I like racing

I ain't good for nobody

I like smokin'

I like drinkin'

And I always stay hungry

The lows

The lows

The lows

The lows

I said the high feel

High

The high

To get low

What you doin'

Let you good

Let you good

Tell em' Java

Feel I'm boutta

Get me the mic

And Imma' ride

All night

Imma' ride

Imma try

Same high

Cuz I feel so damn low

Sometimes

Yet I feel so damn low

Sometimes

Feelin' like I'm catchin' a vibe

I feel alive

Different fruit

From the same vine

I feel like

It'll never feel like old times

Heart hurts

And its half size

Heart hurts

And its half size

I don't wanna'

Open my eyes

I feel so tired

Wishing that you would

Finally realized

That I would've died

Yeah I would've dies for ya

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah I would've died for ya

Oh-oh-woah

I love women

Like I love champaigne

Tastes sweet going down

That's all I'm sayin'

Bitch

Can't get it from me now

Kick it like Pipin'

So vibe

And I keep it like

Vance Joy

Rip Tide

And, you ain't never

Had a bad bitch like mine

Used to cook food

And she always on time

If she sittin' in the back

Then she sittin' with the 9mm

Run it like a track meet

Silhouette fine

And she hit em' with the

Grrrttt-pow

She ain't never mind

Highs so high

But the lows ain't fine

What I tell em' like

We aint fuck with the lows

The lows

The lows

The lows

Yeah

The high so good

But we can't fuck with the lows