Vibes on Vibes lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
We—we havin' vibes on—vibes on vibes, n*gga
(Run that back, Turbo)
Uh, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
Me and Uno and four different hoes (Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals
Tesla truck with the suicide doors (Suicide doors)
Can’t keep it real, n*ggas gettin' exposed
We put up this money and let it get old (Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold
We set a fire when all my n*ggas is home (Ya dig, yeah, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds, that's it (Oh yeah)
I got a bad b*tch, she don’t want a vet
We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP (Yeah)
No, we don't need bottles, we came with the sip
Too many vibes we trying secure (Vibes)
Talkin' 'bout the money, I give you the work (Work, yeah)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds

[Verse 1: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
I land in LA and I stay at the loft
Dressin' in Raf from head to toe (Head to toe)
Bags of the midget from Mexico (Mexico)
I had no witness, this case is closed (Case is closed)
Take off the face then the case is closed (Case closed)
I have the fish and the bread, the whole loaf, ooh (Yeah)
We see a lil' lick, we on top of that, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put di*k down the middle, no politics (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the di*k in her mouth and she swallowed it (Swallowed it)
You lil' n*ggas just fake, I'm the opposite (Opposite)
I know that ain’t no drip, won’t acknowledge it ('Knowledge it)
I been gaining my power like politics (Ah)
Don’t wanna f*ck it unless you stay washin' it (Washin' it)
I can't f*ck with no b*tch who got germs (Got germs)
My money straight like a perm (Uh)
Maybachs, his and hers (His and hers, whoa)
Got no lessons learned (No)
With no blessin’ burned (Oh)
Told the lil' n*gga, "Better wait your turn" (Oh)
Ayy, sit back then watch this
And watch how I catch this birdie (Oh)
Hold my back like girdle (Oh)
Hard-body, got a lot of water like Squirtle (Oh)
Me and young Gunna hop poles like hurdles
[Chorus: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
Me and Uno and four different hoes (Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals
Tesla truck with the suicide doors (Suicide doors)
Can't keep it real, n*ggas gettin' exposed
We put up this money and let it get old (Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold
We set a fire when all my n*ggas is home (Ya dig, yeah, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds, that's it (Oh yeah)
I got a bad b*tch, she don't want a vet
We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP (Yeah, yeah)
No, we don't need bottles, we came with the sip (Yeah, yeah)
Too many vibes we trying secure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout the money, I give you the work (Work)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds (Oh)

[Verse 2: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
I'm 'bout to geek up, Jag, and swerve (Geek, Jag and swerve)
I used to sell all my gas on the curb
I went and bought her a Birkin purse (Birk)
She went and bought me a pint of the syrup
Big cup, know I'm sippin' on sizzurp (b*tch)
With my slime, my lizard (Slime)
Baby pop a Perc' and she start to go bezerk (Start to go, oh, woah)
Ooh, this real plat', no silver (Yeah)
Ooh, come take a look at my ice
Mistake me for a blizzard, ooh (Yeah, blizzard)
I advise everything twice, don't turn me to a killer (Yeah, killer)
Gunna ain't havin' no wife, you ain't gotta call me mister (No cap, mister)
I could have spared your wife, I ain't even have to hit her (Have to hit her, ooh)
'Sace all over my bedspread, matchin' wit the cizzurtains (Yeah)
Now we make these hunneds spread, remember we was all hurtin' (Oh, all hurtin')
Baby make them legs spread, we gon' cop a purse (Whoa, yeah)
Cashin' out on these hoes, we can cop 'em all Birkins
[Chorus: Gunna & UnoTheActivist]
Me and Uno and four different hoes (Four different hoes)
She got good head and too many goals (Yeah)
Tesla truck with the suicide doors (Suicide doors)
Can't keep it real, n*ggas gettin' exposed (Exposed)
We put up this money and let it get old (Let it get old)
Finally flooded, my necklace cold (Flooded)
We set a fire when all my n*ggas is home (Ya dig, yeah)
We just want all the blue hundreds, that's it (Woah)
I got a bad b*tch, she don't want a vet (Woah, yeah)
We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP (Yeah, yeah)
No, we don't need bottles, we came with the sip (Woah)
Too many vibes we trying secure (Woah)
Talkin' 'bout the money, I give you the work (Work)
I call up young Gunna for bags of birds (Oh)