Lul Bob, Kevin Gates - Brackz Yeah lyrics

Say, Fee, smooth transitions (Vroom)
German engineering steering
Turn me up just to speak (Ooh, ooh, BRackz)
On go-go

Turn me up on the speakers, yeah
Her body unique i just had a good time
With a freak ho, pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
You look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rockin' VLONE
How you gon' act when you see
Them rubber bands 'round the money
Know I ain’t the nigga to leach on, no
I ain’t the nigga to
Speak on Big ass Glocks sticking out
Of my jeans, ten hundred racks
Throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah, nigga, we vibin'

Button down shirt, don’t know what
To wear with this shit
Let me hit up thе stylist
She wanna fuck on a nigga
But I ain't trynna fuck on that bitch
That lil' pussy got mileage
Wе got beans, lean, and codeine
Go tell yo' people we got
It, we got choppa, Glocks, 223’s
Go tell the opps we got it, got 'bout
45k worth on me, try to take somethin'
You dyin'
Money, money, money, that’s what I need
It make the world go round
Turn me up on the speakers
Don't turn me down
White one’s, I'ma just keep on buying
'em, kept me a pair
Couldn’t afford designer stuck with this ho
Ain’t think I could find her
Find her, she ain't the type to remind ya
Whole loco what I spent
On these diamonds, sike
But my nigga Fee got me shinin'

Turn me up on the speakers, yeah
Her body unique i just had a good time
With a freak ho, pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
You look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rockin' VLONE
How you gon' act when you see
Them rubber bands 'round the money
Know I ain’t the nigga to leach on, no
I ain’t the nigga to
Speak on Big ass Glocks sticking out
Of my jeans, ten hundred racks
Throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah, nigga, we vibin'

Catchin' a vibe, turn me up on the speakers
I'm catchin' a vibe
Alright, I'm catchin' a vibe, don't gotta
Lie, bird, I'm a pelican, fly
And I'm pressure
And there's baguettes on my pants
They dance and reflect in the light
(The light)
Come and get valence, surrounding my camper
I'm steppin'
I ain't gotta tell 'em to slide (To slide)
I got some shit on my neck and if
You-, you blind, you reach for my necklace
You dyin' my ex bitch left me
Now she cryin' and wanna come back in my life
I hate to admit it, I married my hustle
I'm not a one with a guide
Swallowed my pride, but still incomplete
At least I can say that I tried
Set all my feelings aside
On my grind and on my mind now I'm turnt
New bitch, arch her back, lotta ass
Make it twerk
Pull her hair, hit her whole from the back
Pussy squirt got a 30 in this bitch
I ain't talking 'bout a Perc'
Bought a bag with a bag
Lotta bands in her purse

Turn me up on the speakers, yeah
Her body unique i just had a good time
With a freak ho, pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
You look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rockin' VLONE
How you gon' act when you see
Them rubber bands 'round the money
Know I ain’t the nigga to leach on, no
I ain’t the nigga to
Speak on Big ass Glocks sticking out
Of my jeans, ten hundred racks
Throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah, nigga, we vibin'

We vibin'