Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Vibe, artist - YSN Flow. Album song Flow $ZN, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Bad Vibe |
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe |
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that’s mine |
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now |
K’s around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around |
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now |
I don’t want no drama, I want commas in my bank account |
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest |
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses |
If you ain’t clutchin' on a weapon, you ain’t steppin' 'round me |
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I’m waitin', I’ll see |
Pull out the racks and I’ma flex it so they know that I got it |
Ain’t gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete |
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky |
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don’t know non' about me |
How you doin'? |
(How you doin', huh?) |
She say she fuck with me 'cause I’m a bad guy (Bad guy) |
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe |
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that’s mine |
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now |
K’s around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around |
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now |
I don’t want no drama, I want commas in my bank account |
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest |
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses |
If you ain’t clutchin' on a weapon, you ain’t steppin' 'round me |
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I’m waitin', I’ll see |
Pull out the racks and I’ma flex it so they know that I got it |
Ain’t gon' act cocky, I remember gettin' change off the concrete |
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky |
I let the critics talk that talk 'cause they don’t know non' about me |
Niggas steady on my dick, always talkin' shit, they just wanna ride the wave |
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, and I know they gon' slide |
for me (Brr, boom-boom) |
I put the streets in the loop, it was easy (Easy), now these niggas wan' be me |
Trench kid, been with the shits, bullets flyin' at 'em like it’s 3-D (3-D) |
You don’t want smoke like the «PD», try if you do not believe me (Do it now) |
All them dead opps got me wheezy, all these dead opps got me high (I be high) |
I’ll be reppin 'til I die, swear to God, I really wish a nigga try (Try) |
We gon' leave him in the sky (Boom, blaow), it’s gon' be a homicide |
50 shooters in the cut (What else), 20 deadies in the blunt (Blunt) |
Give a fuck about the opps (Opps), we ain’t with none of them stunts (Nah) |
He say he play in the field (Where?), told him this ain’t what he want (Nah) |
Told him this shit ain’t game (No), play around you get shot (Boom, boom, boom, |
boom) |
He wanted beef, get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now |
K’s around, Dracs around, gotta keep that gang around |
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now |
I don’t want no drama, I want commas in my bank account |
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million the fastest |
Now I sit back and count my money through my Cartier glasses |
If you ain’t clutchin' on a weapon, you ain’t steppin' 'round me |
I heard some niggas plan on robbin' me, I’m waitin', I’ll see |
How you doin'? |
(How you doin', huh?) |
She say she fuck with me 'cause I’m a bad guy (Bad guy) |
She bougie with a attitude, a bad vibe |
Lotta niggas wish they had her, oh, my bad, that’s mine |