Shad da God, Lil Durk - Vibe lyrics

Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with
Who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who
You gon truck with
Who you gon call for the fuck shit
(Fuck shit) i had to type in the addy
Pull up for that money
Pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels
Need a moment of silence (Silence)
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin' that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin

God please bless these jewels
Need a moment of silence


I come from pimping, that trapping
That violence they talk bout the God got
More tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club
Had that bitch round my privates
I finally got paid for these shows
Gotta rack it can't trust these lil hoes
But I do and pass it
Lil fuck and she bad and she red like Hi Tec
Little bitch, I slap on her ass
Michael Jack, we really where them racks at
I was plotting with that shit, got a
I don't care about that shit
I'm the type of motherfucker
Really wanna see you you can tell my bitch
Nigga I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with when
She wants some playa shit
Givenchy my sock, shoe, playa shit
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the Citgo where we sold crack at
Fill the sink in the
Apartment with the backend
We keep the trap closed like a casket
Water on me, my AP look like a Patek
Water her pussy, she drip on my satins
I had to fuck that bitch like a savage
Fuck this shit

Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with
Who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who
You gon truck with
Who you gon call for the fuck shit
(Fuck shit) i had to type in the addy
Pull up for that money
Pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels
Need a moment of silence
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin

How the fuck you want some Gucci lil bitch
And not give me no face yet?
And I just chase checks
I be on Percocet, Adderall, we
Know I'm a junky, so I need a taste test
I signed my name on the lease
I put some pipes on the
Hawk and ain't race yet
I mix a little bitty thing with a Bape hat
Nut on her face
And I tell her that's face test
Bring the gass, no backyard
New Chanel, international with Shad Da God
I give them pills, and they blast they car
Me? I'ma keep riding round with a nice Glock
Save 30K, Imma put it on your head
I'ma go spend that at Icebox
Real shootouts when the night comes
Bitch tryna fuck on her cycle
Free all my niggas in chain
Gang, shout out the trenches
They forever gang bang
You niggas be bitches
They honorin' a lame lame niggas switching
They do it for the fame fame
Homicide come, we don't ever drop name names

Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with
Who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who
You gon truck with
Who you gon call for the fuck shit
(Fuck shit) i had to type in the addy
Pull up for that money
Pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels
Need a moment of silence
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Still having them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin