Kodak Black, Gucci Mane - Vibin in This Bih lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kodak Black, Gucci Mane - Vibin in This Bih lyrics]
1800! Look!
Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck
Your girl on X
Money talks, she on the phone line
We havin' phone sex
Never duckin' from you peons
I ain't fold yet
Kept it real since the begun
I ain't told yet
I done finally got my muscle up
You know I'm gon' flex
People rootin' for the hustler
I think I'm on next
At your neck, I don't get tired
I ain't gon' rest
You gotta play your cards right
Them jack boys on deck
I gotta keep the fan on
You know them girls gon' sweat
I'm tryna put my man on
But he ain't came home yet
Kodak Black but my hoe red
She get her own bread
I hit your girl with the pole
Now she walkin' bowlegged
Dirty drink this that prometh
Ain't sippin' Moët
I'm just tryna stay focused
Ain't tryna go flat
You turn cold when the heater on
I know you're gon' melt
I've been smokin' broccoli
They say it's good for your health
Nah I'm good, I don't need your help
I do it myself
I know you don't really love me
You're just lovin' my wealth
It's lil Kodak, the finesse kid
Walkin' like a lick
Hittin' licks, now I'm droppin' hit's
Mouthpiece cost a brick
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Bibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she gettin' hit
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Lock me in a box
But I'm comin' out swingin'
Watch 200 so I'm comin' out blingin'
Somethin' like the wind, can't touch
Just hear me suckas can't see me
But they damn sure feel me
They say, "Gucci Mane gone
The rap game ain't nothin'"
Soon as he left
The coke price start jumpin'
Walk around the club like I
Walked around the yard
Nigga I'm the trap god, you tryna look hard
I'll never ever ever ask the
Police to protect me
Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me
Next up from Gucci Mane
Gun clappin' gon' happen
Put a cap to the captain
See my bullets tap dancin' guwop!
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Bibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she gettin' hit
In the club, boppin' in this bih
Vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique