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Young Thug - Vibing Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
(Wheezy Outta Here)
Yeah, see the way we poppin'
They tryna see the way we poppin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucin'
We made a couple mill' then we spent it all just flodgin'
I make sure that shе vibin'
I make sure that they vibin'

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Makе sure that they vibe, kick it at the spot (Spot)
I call her Patron 'cause her wrist is on the rocks (Yeah)
Slippers match my robe with my sheets, they Versace
Boxers are Celine and my socks, I forgot (Yeah)
Cup full of codeine, extra drop in the pop (Pop)
She wanna smoke weed, introduce her to Biscotti ('Scotti)
If you sober or clean ain't no entry in this party
Tell me what drug you need and I promise you I got it
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, I don't wanna know, I'm too rich too know
Half a million in my ears, I can't listen, no
Green diamonds, now your wrist all pissin', oh
And I'm ballin' on these pussy niggas, chemo
I got richer now, she can listen now
Fuck the pussy now, got her screamin' loud
Call me James Harden, thirteen girls
Millions of medallions, all big pearls
Hair long and straight, but got big curls
This ain't a race, I sprint to her
Drown out of space, out of this world
Lower class girl really make a nigga hurl
Make sure she get what she want
How I see your ass from the front?
Brown seats like it's Black History Month
Both my daughters and my sons want for nothin'

[Chorus: Gunna]
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we poppin'
A couple bad bitches, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, know she so saucy
We made a couple mill' then we spendin' like the 'flodge
I make sure that she vibin'
I make sure that they vibin'
[Verse 3: Gunna]
She love the way I talk, I got slimey grammar
She ask me where I'm from, I told her South Atlanta
This ain't Vegas, baby, but my life a gamble
We got in Montego in Botega sandals
How the imitators the new Instagrammers?
Life of the fake gangsters, yellin' in the camera
Sexin' pretty women in this man's world
Call me king James, twenty-three girls
I'm just kickin' plain, double C pearls
She roll my Backwoods with a nice pearl
Her bad bitch, used to be a nice girl
Now the Maybach swirl, two tone, black and pearl