Trap Vibes 歌词

[00:01.24]Turn me up some Cruz
[00:05.17]I told Barcelini if them n!ggas hating they gon suffer
[00:09.20]I’m going up a hundred every day
[00:11.44]You know how I play!
[00:14.39]Skinny n!gga in the Benz trvck
[00:15.98]Swinging through like a nunchvck
[00:17.63]Summertime bring them 30s out
[00:18.91]Tell Cool put the sticks up
[00:20.72]Wait, hold up, hold up
[00:22.77]How can n!ggas go against us?
[00:24.33]Cold pvssies wouldn’t even shoot us
[00:25.98]See us roll on em like a lint brush
[00:27.62]Phil moving out them bandos
[00:28.95]We ain’t leaving ’til the brick’s done
[00:30.82]Couple hundred, we gon vac seal em
[00:32.52]Just to ride with it like a Brinks trvck
[00:34.50]Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust
[00:37.56]B!tch you claiming I done been fvck
[00:39.04]You ain’t even gotta trip, bruh
[00:41.08]In the trenches in the Maybach
[00:42.73]Fvck I even got the tint for?
[00:44.37]I’m the only n!gga got one
[00:46.08]Who the fvck I gotta hide from?
[00:47.68]Barcelini riding shotgun
[00:49.34]Shooters with him, never mind n!gga
[00:50.98]Young n!ggas on Sigel Street
[00:52.69]Word to Mack, they’ll rock something
[00:54.63]Wait, wait!
[00:55.96]North side of Philly my side of town
[00:57.07]Bulletproof whip when I ride around
[00:59.39]N!ggas talk **** when I’m not around
[01:00.99]Wouldn’t tell you that we run the city
[01:02.34]But we moving, gotta say we jogging now
[01:05.15]Hit the city and we running down
[01:06.93]Ain’t no running now, n!ggas out of bounds
[01:08.04]Plug this, plug that
[01:09.65]N!ggas rapping, they ain’t never sold nothing
[01:11.07]Hold this hold that
[01:12.60]I ain’t letting these n!ggas hold nothing
[01:14.23]Summertime, n!ggas copping foreign whips
[01:16.46]You can tell the load coming
[01:17.80]Put my name on the flyer
[01:19.04]All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming
[01:20.32]N!ggas ****riding other n!ggas, that’s a trend now
[01:22.68]I’m still rocking with the same Chasers I’ve been round
[01:27.57]Got so much work out we might slim down
[01:30.90]I’m so popping all my haters turn friends now
[01:34.72]Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson
[01:36.23]**** shining like Mike’s jacket
[01:37.72]Moonwalking in a Rolls Royce
[01:39.44]Through the rearview, see my life backwards
[01:41.04]Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, n!gga now I ain’t active
[01:42.73]So wavy, n!gga I ain’t rapping
[01:46.27]Can’t tell me that I ain’t swagging, no way
[01:51.03]This summer right here, n!gga
[01:53.85]We going up
[01:57.45]Litted, it’s litted
[01:59.75]Philly!
[02:02.23]I’m with broads in Atlanta
[02:02.79]Bunch of drugs and the Fanta
[02:04.33]Bunch of guns in the Phantom
[02:05.79]Spending money like a scammer
[02:07.46]My young n!ggas in the k!tchen whipping
[02:08.85]Whipping, living large at the hammer
[02:10.23]Dvcking law and the scammers
[02:12.10]Free my dawgs out the slammer
[02:13.33]Black car, panther
[02:14.09]Shorty call, never answer
[02:16.40]Twenty foreigns in the mansion
[02:18.20]Diamonds on me and they dancing
[02:19.74]I don’t really understand rappers
[02:21.38]N!ggas jumping on bandwagons
[02:23.14]All these bands got my pants sagging
[02:24.63]Six threes on the Benz wagon
[02:26.40]62s on the Maybach
[02:27.98]B!tch I’m coming for the payback
[02:29.72]62s in the pot, n!gga
[02:31.25]Tryna whip it up and bring it way back
[02:34.15]You in the club and spending your cop money
[02:37.34]All on the Gram acting like that you got money
[02:40.88]We looking at you like you need to stop money
[02:44.06]You killing yourself with that lil half a block money
[02:46.52]I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper
[02:49.51]You the type hoping I fall, that’s what you want, hater
[02:52.84]Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater
[02:55.97]These svckers gon hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
[02:59.46]Hundred bands, added up
[03:01.35]We getting money, they mad at us
[03:02.91]At the jeweler buying more Rollies
[03:04.51]I don’t think these n!ggas man enough
[03:06.08]Fvck them n!ggas, **** we stunting on em
[03:07.64]N!ggas, they ain’t got nothing on us
[03:09.26]N!ggas that we never fvck with
[03:10.74]Run and telling people that we fronted on em
[03:12.85]N!gga made me put a hundred on you
[03:14.35]Do you dirty, put the drummer on you
[03:15.86]Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop
[03:18.31]We’ll run up on you
[03:19.48]Dead bodies, homicide
[03:20.76]Head shot, mama cry
[03:22.37]Cops looking, got an alibi
[03:24.15]Lawyer money, n!gga, buying time
[03:25.69]Hold! They hit my n!gga Chino in his head
[03:29.11]Hold! Took him to (?) my n!gga ain’t dead
[03:32.22]No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did
[03:35.58]Ho! Blowing the racks, we at Vanity Grand
[03:38.91]All black Panamera
[03:40.48]White b!tch named Samantha
[03:42.20]White and black, she a panda
[03:43.95]White and black, she a panda
[03:46.32]Whipping the, rock with the
[03:55.63]I should have just run with the rest
[03:57.20]Fvck Mixtapes