Vibe Check* lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, Gucci, Louis
Gucci, Louis
Moncler, Ksubis

[Verse]
n*ggas they talk, smoke 'em like a loose leaf
I’m on the radio, ask where is druski
Your b*tch dry, she is not juicy
I'm throwin' the money, she f*ckin’ the whole team
She gettin' too friendly, she act like she knew me
Whole time, this sh*t not new to me
I'm in the club, n*gga throwin' hunnids
Sike nah, I ain't waste no money
Sike nah, I ain't waste no money
Gotta be some sh*t goin' on
I keep a stick, n*gga, like lacrosse
Asked your b*tch, “Take your panties off”
n*gga talk sh*t, got the Glock in arm
n*gga talk sh*t, got the AK
Spin his block, n*gga, like a Bey-Blade
He came with the grip, he better hold tight
Your b*tch on my di*k, she wan' f*ck today
Ho on my di*k, she wan’ f*ck today
Hopped in the jet, go to the west
Hopped in the jet, hop in the east
b*tch on my di*k, She wan’ beat my meat
It's not even summer, she givin’ me heat stroke
I feel like I'm CeeLo, I'm countin' this green
I hopped on a yacht, now I feel like I’m Lil' Boat
Yeah, how you feel?
Vibe check, I don't need one
Bad b*tches, I only need one
V3, hop in a V1
Camero came with a matte black finish
And he talkin' that crazy, he gon' clap back with it
And the AK came with a cooling kit in it
He tough on the ‘gram, let me see if you wit' it
Balenci' with the Fendi, n*gga, yeah, I sh*t it
Balenci' with B.B, n*gga, yeah, I live it
She wan' be my BB, n*gga, come and visit
She f*ckin' the gang 'cause she say that she Christian
I feel like I'm Autumn, I'm rockin' these Christians
They say "Tecca, boy, you don't listen”
They say “Tecca, boy, you switched up on the gang”
Whole time you know I didn't
“Tecca, boy, you too c*cky”
Shut the f*ck up, let me give you a visit
Metal to your mouth, n*gga, ain't the dentist
We are not friends, why you pretending?
b*tch on my di*k and she is pretending
That she like it, remember I said it