Vibe (feat. YN Young Jay)

I be so high I touch the sky I don't een walk in this bih, I just fly I don't een talk in this bih, I just vibe Don't need a clock in this bih for the time I feel like a skater, I'm on the grind Oh you a hater? It'll be fine I had to slay her, that biddy fine I had to save her, that bih a dime I'm rockin' Jimmy, achoo My drip is sick, nigga I got the flu I feel like Bishop, bitch I got the juice This is a stickup, bitch I need the blue Yeah, I need the loot, hop in the booth These niggas scared 'cause they know we the truth This deeper than rap, this deeper than you That money talkin', it speak for the youth I keep a tool, I keep a rod You actin' fishy, shoot through yo facade Bih, after that, I'ma leave you to God Ripely bitch, you can believe it or not Yeah, f*ck what you thought, f*ck what you heard I keep that fye, get smoked like a herb My niggas step if I give them the word F*ck around take yo last breath on the curb Just look in the sky, I'm fly as a bird Bih I be geeked, I'm high as a nerd's Sock, pass me the AUX If I'm at a cookout, pass me the ox- Tails, checks in the mail Name hold weight like a muhfuckin' scale House got a gate like a muhfuckin' jail These niggas fake like a muhfuckin' tale But ya girl give me head Tell me how I had her in the bed, ayy Tell me how she ride me like a sled, ayy Tell me how she told me what you said, ha I don't even care 'bout what you said I'm just tryna stack me up some bread Oh wait, hold up, almost forgot & she also told me I'm the best, ha Hot as the sun, colder than ice I'm having fun, the time of my life Nigga I won, you lost the fight I brought a gun, you brought a knife I ain't the one, better think twice Bitch I ain't dumb, I'm tryna be nice Came from the slums & rollin' the dice Ain't lookin back, I think I know why, 'cause I be so high I touch the sky I don't een walk in this bih, I just fly I don't een talk in this bih, I just vibe Don't need a clock in this bih for the time I feel like a skater, I'm on the grind Oh you a hater? It'll be fine I had to slay her, that biddy fine (Yo) I had to save her, that bih a dime Niggas don't live, they 'bout to die I'm 'bout to catch 'er, she in the rye I only like when my bitches is bi When we get caught up, she tellin' them lies Nigga, don't try me, I'm not the guy You gon' ask how am I making you fly You gon' ask how am I making you cry You gon' ask how am I making you die What are the standards? Can I get through? Why niggas hate when they better than you? Why do it hurt when I tell you the truth? Niggas is sick, Jimmy Choo with the flu I got the flavor, I got the juice I got the sauce, lost in the glue Where is the money? They payment is due I cannot wait till VV's on my tooth 'Cause I do not walk in this bih, I just vibe You better not cross me 'cause you can get fried Ruga my shoota, the first one to slide Creep through yo house, I'm feeling' like Sly Feel like a robber, feel like a spy Bitch I'm professional, fix up the tie Niggas be hatin', I'm askin' them "why?" It do not matter 'cause they bout to die, ayy