Vibez

Let's go

You know it's baby, nigga

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

She wanna fuck with me but I don't got the time

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Fill em' with vibes

Get in the ride

And no, a nigga not blind

But I keep that stick and I'm firing

Ain't met a nigga in life

That's fucking with me

Say he did then he lying

We got so many vibes stuffed in the car

We can fuck them hoes six at a time

I make them hoes say that nigga so fine

Girl he got that D you can feel in yo spine

Yeah that's what they say about Baby

You know them bitches don't play about Baby

Baby should go run for president

Look what God did, took his time with me

Got a red and white hoe like a peppermint

Pull up to the hotel, take the vibes in

She gone fuck me and fuck on my brethren

My brother and them

Having three hoes in the king size

I ain't finished yet, get another bitch

Got her riding dick and screaming "He-hah"

Make me proud girl, you a cowgirl

She did a handstand, I'm like wow girl

Got me fucking her upside down

Yeah, we going dumb, say she wanna cum

I'm looking like when? She looking like now

Some mo' came in, say they want it too

I tagged in my brother, bitch I'm out

I know

She wanna fuck with me but I don't got the time

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

She wanna fuck on me but I don't got the time

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Look, let's get on a jet

Come give me some neck

She ain't picking up

And her nigga just called, she gone send em' a text

I don't need no doc

Bitch, you know I'm a dog

Better send me the vet

Ever made you a million?

I tell em' riddle me that

Ain't offended me yet

My bitch drink Bacardi

I'm in this bitch feeling like Set

Quarter-mill on my neck

Over two on the crib

Fo' hundred thou on the whip

Dicking down yo lil' bitch

I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe

Pull up, make the doors raise the roof

Louis V army fatigue

I'm 'bout with a pole like a troop

Baby Ray Allen from three

You leave me open, I'm shooting

We like Martin and Pam at the hotel

We kicking hoes out, get the boot

These hoes catching bodies, they 'bout it

We having new vibes in the lobby

That's wherever we go ain't no problem

I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)

Pulled up like

She wanna fuck on me but I don't got the time

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes