Axe Murder Boyz - Vibe lyrics

Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down burn that bitch down
Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down

And the brain was good but
The head ain't right
So I had to dip, baby girl don't trip
Lemme light my spliff and put it to my lip
Smoke it up now chill, baby I'm too real
Don't let the vibe get killed
Now I don't do pills
And I don't need no lean
I just smoke my green
I ain't with all of that overdose, comatose
Holy ghost ride the folks
Motherfuckers better have my money
Tell 'em vamanos
Anybody living in negativity gotta go
I ain't with all of the hostility
I could body those dead


Tell 'em what the OG said
Keep it in your clique, get bread
If I gotta paint this whole bitch red
Walk around with my enemy severed head
I would rather live free and prosper
Fuck the gossip
Smoke another L out the backward coffin
To millimeter I don't call
Her Sarah McLachlan
Send you to the arms of the angels boppin'
I ain't with the same old show
Whats the point of making a mistake
If a man can't grow
Studying all the knowledge of
All the ancient scrolls
And looking for inner peace
While I'm chasing dough
And I know that this a party
You ain't wanna hear me wax poetic
But every now and again I just get started
But I know you won't forget
Old heads been said I'm dope, everywhere I go
Motherfuckers wanna know where I get it from
Where I'm headed to the top, pedestal
I ain't tripping off of
Nothing except Lexapro
I don't need a GPS to address a hoe
They see me coming up on a
Check then I bless a hoe
Hit the stage and wreck the
Show and get the dough
Anything less unacceptable i was born for it
You motherfuckers outdated like a RaR torrent
You fucked up like Lil Xan
Huffing on chloroform at
4 in the morning on tour with the Osborn's
And I'm sitting back watching
With the popcorn
Rappers want the juice but I got more
Marijuana connoisseur
Never was an honor student
Came from the bottom to a well-known ninja
Ain't nobody harder do it ooh
Can't nobody handle my crew
Young guns really wanna shoot
Got the milli in the coupe
Y'all sound silly in the booth
Small circle but they keep me in the loop
Business

Act like I ain't getting mine but I got it
Act like I ain't with the
Shit but I'm bout it
On the road, breaking bread, doing mileage
This is death, board the jet, I'm the pilot

Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down burn that bitch down
Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down burn that bitch down
What your mom's don't want you to know
Is that our time ain't long at all
You might as well make it your own
They're afraid of anything at all
Act like I ain't with the
Shit but I'm bout it but I'm bout it

So I go for the row
I don't even know how the fuck I
Got up in this bitch yo
But I'm in slow-mo while everything else
Sped up kinda like Tim Frope
Bonezilla the killa making dough
And I never look back to
How I kinda live before
Cause I'm moving on up to the moon
Motherfucker don't matter how far I
Think I can go
Cause I'm bringing that gasoline
And I burn that whole bitch down
And I got my brother with me
And we smoking up on that loud
Eyes wide shut, never give a fuck
Come and get some, I got plenty to give
I'mma take a shiv, stick it in your rib
How I gotta live, cut it out, then dip, dip
Money be the root of all evil but you
Know that I'll never be broke again
I'mma fucking win, I'mma be
The shit, never quit, never quit
Now I'm sick, now I'm sick, I'm sick
But not the flu
I'mma do me and let you do you
I rage, living it up on stage
Kicking it like Johnny Cage
Hey, Sonya, I wanna be on ya
Let's go to California
Maybe in Seattle, or in Colorado
Where they gonna let me blaze
Like the Dead Man, my homie, and The ROC
We go way back gV and G-Mo Skee
Me and LARS got the same gats
And Twiztid's the shiznit
Turncoat Dirty my brother too
Bitch I thought you knew, knew
What the fuck you gonna do about it, nothing
I'mma come up like pushing daisies
Foaming at the mouth like rabies
Underground like Hades baby

Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down burn that bitch down
Burn it to the ground burn that bitch down
Burn that bitch down burn that bitch down
What your mom's don't want you to know
Is that our time ain't long at all
You might as well make it your own
They're afraid of anything at all

Whip it up, gon' whip it up
Only dope, that's the camp
Only dope shit when I bust
Ay, I'm boppin', you know that I got it
Ay, I'm boppin', and you know that I got it
Whip it up, gon' whip it up
Only dope, that's the camp
Only dope shit when I bust
Ay, I'm boppin', you know that I got it
Ay, I'm boppin', and you know that I got it