Keep My Vibe lyrics

by

Quavo


[Chorus: Quavo]
I can dance with the devil (Dance)
But I can't try to be God (No)
Damn, that's kinda odd (Hard)
Let you try to be better (You)
Put these b*tches on a pedestal (b*tch)
I'ma eat 'em like a edible (Eat it up)
They love him, they call him incredible (Incredible)
They say f*ck 'em, he fresh out the medical (Medical)

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Medical (Medical)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She a bad b*tch from outta town, she pop like this (Pop it)
Stop running 'round town, say you f*ck my b*tch (Quit cappin', stop it)
Then young n*ggas runnin' down, we run right in (Runnin' in, runnin' in, runnin' in)
I'm not talking 'bout a man unless it's Ben (No, Benjamin Franklin, racks)
She wanna go to the sunken' place, told her to "Giddy up, andale" (Giddy up, sunken place)
Put you in brand new fabrics, let you go drip on the runway (Ooh, drip)
Demons they shake off my back when I walk in a church on a Sunday (Help me God)
n*ggas don't know how to act, so that's why I bought a new AK
It go "Brrrra" (Brrra)
Chopper bullet gettin' off (Hey)
Everybody runnin' off (Go)
Bad b*tches love a dog (Bad)
Send 'em back, they tell it all (Send 'em back, brrr, hey)
All it take is one call (One call, brrr)
I'm not takin' no call

[Chorus: Quavo]
I can dance with the devil (Dance)
But I can't try to be God (No)
Damn, that's kinda odd (Hard)
Let you try to be better (You)
Put these b*tches on a pedestal (b*tch)
I'ma eat 'em like a edible (Eat it up)
They love him, they call him incredible (Incredible)
They say f*ck 'em, he fresh out the medical (Medical)

[Verse 2: Offset]
She a dime out the ghetto
Louboutin, how she walk, the high pedestal
Popped a Perc down her throat like an edible
I don't hang with no broke, they ineligible
Put her on a jet then I put her on flicks
Look at that ass, it's stupid to risk
Do the whole dash and I pray I don't wreck
Buy a b*tch an ass, she was sittin' on flats
Watchin' my back, don't slap, go attack
Hoppin' in the hatchback, Richard Mille match
You wanna offer me a mil', you can have your deal back
Sticks in the field, kill, peel you weave back
Pull her hair, I break her back like a Kit-Kat
Give my dog a bone, that's a whole hundred racks
Hit 'em with the CIG and the stomach six pack
Serve a n*gga bales, rob him, that's a recap
b*tch give me neck 'til you break your kneecaps

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