Vibe Dealin

I had to sit back and ask myself, who fuckin' with me, like, like, like, if it ain't P I wanna know, who talkin' like me, uh, tell her do a whole bunch of shit, she do all that Shit for me, uh, make her do circles around this bitch, she do all that shit for P, she Gon' stretch her neck, bend her back, and break her knees, give me head with the shades On, then hit the breeze, big-ass gun, this bitch look like it's toting me, I don't crack Jokes, but jokes up when you smoke with me, big white ashes off the wood when you smoke With me, I got a Mexican that cut shit, he'll poke for cheap, it's 14 reasons we ain't seen Him in a couple weeks, don't see me for a week, I'll be back with a seven-piece, niggas Joking if they said they won't smoke with us, see me rocking heavy metal, this not Metallica, I got rid of the old one, this just my replica, big like a semi, but it's quiet Like Tesla's, you don't wanna get near, close, or next to us, being broke is the last thing Affecting us, boys hit the block, but it ain't no collecting us, you probably got pictures But it ain't no connecting us, I'll change yo mood with one bag, I'm a vibe dealer, gun singing Like Gloria, I'ma ride with her, play on my ground, just know I'ma slide with her, this Not a bitch I sneak with, you can see me outside with her, walk up in granny house with my Stick on me, pull up to my other granny church with a bitch on me, that nigga did all that Flashin, now it's a lick on him, he disappear like magic, once dog put the stick on him He not gang all the way, but you can't pick on him, you wouldn't think to try if young Dog had a, on him, I can make calls like that, I'm the big homie, walk through just The flex, got me feeling like rich homie, niggas want free verses, but I need pape hoe I turn his main bitch all into my side hoe, f*ck her from the side, make love from the Front tho, lick her from the chest to her neck to her ear lobe, put it in slow, hit a Bitch with a deep stroke, f*ck from the back, give a deep choke like she owe me money, you Can't ever play me like a dummy, it was always pape around, I could never play bummy, we Gon' get to a bag if it's rain, sleet, or sunny, free Deine, he was thuggin' from the fifth Up to Sonny, like Mitch, Uncle Ice ran off with Lil' Sunny, anybody ever looked at me Owe me money, nigga, for real though, I had to sit back and ask myself, who fuckin' with Me, like, like, like if it ain't P, I wanna know, who talkin' like me, nigga, tell her Do a whole bunch of shit, she do all that shit for me, make her do circles around this Bitch, she do all that shit for P, nigga, for real though, make her do circles around This bitch, tell her do a whole bunch of shit, make her do a whole bunch of shit, make her Do circles around this bitch, and she do all that shit for me, and she do all that shit For P, they know what the f*ck it is, Key to the, Key to the street shit