Vibin In This Bih - Kodak Black, Gucci Mane

Who that is?

Lil Kodak

It’s Gucci!

Look!

Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X

Money talks, she on the phone line, we havin' phone sex

Never duckin' from you peons, I ain’t fold yet

Kept it real since the begun, I ain’t told yet

I done finally got my muscle up, you know I’m gon' flex

People rootin' for the hustler, I think I’m on next

At your neck, I don’t get tired, I ain’t gon' rest

You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck

I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon' sweat

I’m tryna put my man on, but he ain’t came home yet

Kodak Black but my hoe red, she get her own bread

I hit your girl with the pole, now she walkin' bowlegged

Dirty drink this that prometh, ain’t sippin' Moët

I’m just tryna stay focused, ain’t tryna go flat

You turn cold when the heater on, I know you’re gon' melt

I’ve been smokin' broccoli, they say it’s good for your health

Nah I’m good, I don’t need your help, I do it myself

I know you don’t really love me, you’re just lovin' my wealth

It’s lil Kodak, the finesse kid, walkin' like a lick

Hittin' licks, now I’m droppin' hits, mouthpiece cost a brick

In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit

In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

In the club, boppin' in this bih, bibin' with my clique

All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit

In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

Lock me in a box, but I’m comin' out swingin'

Watch 200 so I’m comin' out blingin'

Somethin' like the wind, can’t touch, just hear me

Suckas can’t see me, but they damn sure feel me

They say, «Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain’t nothin'»

Soon as he left, the coke price start jumpin'

Walk around the club like I walked around the yard

Nigga I’m the trap god, you tryna look hard

I’ll never ever ever ask the police to protect me

Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me

Next up from Gucci Mane, gun clappin' gon' happen

Put a cap to the captain, see my bullets tap dancin'

Guwop!

In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit

In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

In the club, boppin' in this bih, bibin' with my clique

All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit

In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique

Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique