Quarantine Vibes Lyrics

I'm still tryna trap, they tell me move away, I'm tryna get it back

Homie did maneuver straight, I had to get him clapped

My mentor in a different state, I'm organizing packs

Shawty want a dinner plate but didn't enjoy the scraps

I'm tryna hit the interstate and order what I'm at

Still dealing with these demons, how the homies made a pact

I know my mama pretty sure don't get the call and it's a wrap

My time still stale, what's in the box? I had my mind rebuilt

Ain't tryna feel because that time gon' kill, but you ain't get this from me

A lost nigga can't find a road if you don't listen to me

A smart nigga can't tell you wrong if you don't listen, dummy

I wish Drizzy would've called so he could listen to me

I'm still fucking with these pervs, that's religion to me

Wifey still call me down, she think these bitches with me

I'm still moving on this pound, this weight is getting to me

My lil' homie ain't making round and now it's just a stripping

A dark cloud always ride us like we living different

You saw the smile, I see the frown, you know the feeling different

I never talk for my to bounce, I'm in a field with it

We still circle the spots, them shells will feel different

Tommy shells in your block, I bet you feel thicker

We back it up in the shop and get it melt different

We tryna be what you not, niggas is built different

Show your love in the bop, tryna get real with me

It's only demons allowed, this bitch is real greedy

She got me thinking she's wild, she pop the pill with me

This lifestyle we around, this shit get real iffy

I still love to bust it down, but you can't deal with me

I hear the talk up in the town, you ain't gon' drill with me

Fake niggas always ride with you, get real money

I got a shooter from out of town, I make him peel something

Boy up from the knee and I make you feel something

But know some shooters ain't old, gotta drill something

I still remember that call and I ain't feel nothing

Homie throw some screws at the door, he tryna nail something

Mommy heard me letting it roll, she gave the keys to me

My brother see me laid on the floor, bet you gon' bleed with me

Grandma told me get touch with the Lord, she think I need Jesus

I carry something built for them all, I make them feel even

I still remember that call and I ain't feel nothing

But know some shooters ain't old, gotta drill something

Boy up from the knee and I make you feel something

But know some shooters ain't old, gotta drill something

I did it