Saba

"For the Vibe"

[Chorus]
Took a flight to Cali dropped my passport
I wanna whip it in a Rarri not a Rav4, Rav4
Whip in a coupe 2 door, 2 door
Then that’s all pull up 4 more
I live for the vibe
I live for the vibe b*tch
Think that I might die its a coupe or suicide b*tch
b*tch you get fried like you working at McDonalds
n*gga give me a three piece then go pass me the ramen

[Verse 1]
n*gga stop it
Walking round the town with empty wallets
I got two phones in the night up in my pockets
If a n*gga wanna test me I’m like NASA with the rockets
b*tch, I invested in the presence
Inside my pockets keep a couple presettas
If you don’t stop talking cover your mouth with some tape
b*tch watch where you walking we been working until late

[Chorus]
Took a flight to Cali dropped my passport
I wanna whip it in a Rarri not a Rav4, Rav4
Whip in a coupe 2 door, 2 door
Then that’s all pull up 4 more
I live for the vibe
I live for the vibe b*tch
Think that I might die its a coupe or suicide b*tch
b*tch you get fried like you working at McDonalds
n*gga give me a three piece then go pass me the ramen

[Verse 2]
Ring ding ding ding, she hit my phone like Bling bling bling, two tech two tones Diamonds shining like a flash box a hog box Trapping out here with like three rocks, your hair rocks
Make a n*gga head spin, no drugs though Rocking with my baby, no cradle
I will never fail and let a n*gga take my money 'Cause if you run it then you don’t know then I’m laughing like it’s funny game
Took a flight to Cali dropped my passport
I wanna whip it in a Rarri not a Rav4, Rav4
Whip in a coupe 2 door, 2 door
Then that’s all pull up 4 more
I live for the vibe
I live for the vibe b*tch
Think that I might die its a coupe or suicide b*tch
b*tch you get fried like you working at McDonalds
n*gga give me a three piece then go pass me the ramen

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