Vibe Higher Cypher 7 lyrics

Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts?

[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
Why the f*ck would I not
Talk my sh*t if I'm that b*tch
I guess I got it from my mama
Get the cash and then I dip
And why the f*ck would I not
Act like I ain't been the sh*t
Like I ain't everything you wanna be you b*tch, you f*cking wish
Look, got a b*tch back in her bag, yuh
Trippin' off this cash, yuh
b*tches wishin' I'd fall off but I'm back up on your ass, yuh
Snow about to spaz, yuh
I do what you can't, yuh
Pulled it off the lot on IG live just for the fans, yuh
You was talkin' sh*t 'cause you can't sit with us
These b*tches prayin' I fall off and that I give it up
But only thing I'm doing's countin' blessings and I'm countin' cash
And countin' on my only homies, I can count 'em on one hand yuh

[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
And why the f*ck would I not
Pop a bottle, take your b*tch
I guess I got it from my pops 'cause he be drinkin' like a fish
Yeah why the f*ck would I not
Represent for what I stand for
If there never was a struggle, then there wouldn't be a Castro
I been 'bout it, they know who run it
Champagne f*cked up my stomach
Keep throwin' that hate my way, I just keep risin' above it
Still servin' them with that raw, oh god I know they love it
They tryna take my spot, yeah they pushin' and they keep shovin'
I'm lovin' the fact that I still keep my head in the game
If you been through the things I been through, you'd probably blow out your brain
I was taught to mind my business, I've always stayed in my lane
But unfortunately it's a shame that y'all really can't say the same
[Verse 3: Jandro]
Walk with my head high or I let my nuts hang
Only weigh a buck sixty but I still run fades
Gotta keep this sh*t a billi', I'm focused on payin' billies
My b*tch a baddie and classy and covered up like it's chilly
Little hoe, take a knee, fake talk, Colin Kaepernick
f*ck this rapper sh*t, don't need to pop a perc for me to feel the need to slap a b*tch
Sacrificin' every day for the fam at home that was missin' me
Never feel the need to feed off anybody's sympathy
So why the f*ck would I not lose my temper when they pus*y?
Get respect like I'm a vet 'cause I stay hungry like a rookie
Why the f*ck would I not act a motherf*ckin' fool?
I've got everything to gain and I've got nothin' left to lose
Move in silence with my wolves
If I'm actin' like an ass, then you get stomped out with the hooves
So why would I, uh, instead of why would I not
I got my eyes on the prize, they got their eyes on my spot

[Bridge]
It's Vibe Higher
Gotta get like us (like us)
Cliqued up, move as one (move as one)
Vibe Higher
Gotta get like us (like us)
Cliqued up, move as one
[Verse 4: Snow Tha Product]
Why the f*ck would I not
Hit these motherf*ckers where it hurt
If every time they subbin' me, I just go harder with that work
If every time I get a setback, I just set me up a serve
And I just show them why the f*ck I been a boss and this my turf
And this my reign and this my courage
Plus Vibe Higher make 'em nervous
How the f*ck you hate us so much if we stay up on your search?
And why the f*ck would I not
p*ss a dumb b*tch off
Soon as I'm up off a pill and I'm like f*ck it all
This my game and this my sport and this my team and this my court
And who the f*ck is 'bout to tell me otherwise and yes of course
And why the f*ck would I not
Talk my sh*t if I'm it
If I'm uh, if I'm uh, if I'm uh
I'm that b*tch

[Verse 5: Castro Escobar]
And I'll still be that spitter comin' straight up outta Texas
Hoes be askin' me questions like if I know 'bout where my ex is
But my mind is somewhere else
Swear to God that I be stressin', even though my mom would say another day, another blessin'
'Cause my dad ain't doing good, my little brother's tryin' to eat
I'll be damned if I go back home without that green
I'll be damned if I let life knock me off my feet
'Cause my life been a b*tch but I keep that b*tch on a leash
[Verse 6: Jandro]
Grew up a f*ckin' screwup, I felt like I'm Biggie
f*ck the law, the bad wolf couldn't chill with a piggy
If she ain't Little Red I ain't f*ckin', I'm picky
From Albuquerque but I'm not tatted up wearin' di*kies
That's my culture, had to throw my own spice in it
I'm from the dirt, I does what the f*ck I like with it
My shirt baggy, jeans ripped, saggy and tight-fitted
My bandanna on me, throwin' up no signs with it
Why the f*ck would I not lose my temper when they pus*y?
Get respect like I'm a vet 'cause I stay hungry like a rookie
Why the f*ck would I not act a motherf*ckin' fool?
I've got everything to gain and I've got nothin' left to lose b*tch