Intro (Late Night LA Vibes) [feat. Ralfy The Plug] Lyrics

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team getting money that's the bottom line

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team getting money that's the bottom line

Bitch my whole team getting money Ima emphasize

It ain't that hard to run a bag up

Are you paralyzed

My mans started poppin pills

He wanna chase a different high

I spent like thirty thousand yesterday

And I ain't tellin lies

Fuck a 9 to 5 but get it by any means

When you see me in the tesla or some louis

Know I got all from green

How can you say that I ain't doin shit

Every day I'm in the streets

You can not say I ain't grindin

Between the two of us you underneath

I got fifty bows comin on the fifteenth

And yeah I'm gettin dough bitch What the fuck you think

I drop a five piece on his head

He a goofy, drop him on his neck now half his face lookin droopy

Lululemon wit the Louis

So you know I'm lookin zoovie

We can chit and we can chat

Bitch is we bout to make a movie

We can chill in my jacuzzi

Burn Ls while you screw me

After that, just dry up bitch

I call the ubie

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch, cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team getting money that's the bottom line

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch, cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team getting money that's the bottom line

He snitchin I heard it through the grapevine

Whole team gettin money that's the bottom line

Nigga go against the grain then we bussin nines

Pussy ass niggas can't die they got nine lives

When my shooter masked up he make moms cry

Give his ass a two piece chicken dinner like Popeyes

If you don't wanna die lil nigga we better not lock eyes

You lil niggas had ya'll chance nigga it's my time

I feel like Nyjah Huston shit the way I'm on my grind

I need a bad bitch that's got the check and that's gon' comply

Bitch you ain't got no money you gets no reply

You better watch that sneak dissin or you gon' die

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch, cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team getting money that's the bottom line

Late night LA vibes

I'm finna take a drive

I don't get high

Bitch, cause I stay high

I heard your mans a rat through the grapevine

My whole team gettin' money, that's the bottom line