Typa Vibe Lyrics

This my typa vibe

Twenty four seven aye I'm on that typa time

Look to my left look to my right is you down to ride

I give that call then it's blitz and it's time to slide

I can tell if you is fake I can see the signs

Before you die say goodbye look me in the eye

On the sucka side tryna find all they do is hide

You dont got no money vision cuddy you is really blind

Money on his head now he scared to leave the house

Nah you don't want no beef or it's gon be In-N-Out

Hunnids don't fit in my pockets so I put it in the pouch

He was talking out his mouth so we put em in the ground

Do you hear that sound

I'm the World Champion I'm the pound for pound

If you reach for my change I'm gon air the crowd

He was talking out loud now he never found

Hallow tips finna pop drop em

In the T where it's grimey shit like Gotham

Air head aim at his balloon when we spot em

Pop em he ain't playing dead like a possum

Hunnid he be stomping

Y'all really quick to sell like an auction

I got my foot up on the gas I ain't stoppin

I'm taking risks I don't got no other option

You want some action

It be active

Ask you bitch why my lyrics in her captions

If you wit hunnid then you know you never lackin

Nah I ain't trippin but you know I'm always packin