1942 Vibes FCG Heem

[Intro]
(Yeah, Lino)
Yeah
Yeah, oh
Ayy, it's like
(Ayy, ayy, keep the beat playin', JayO)
Sometimes, you know? Ayy
Yeah, they say, oh, oh
Yeah, they say, oh, oh
Yeah, oh
I'm just sayin'

[Chorus]
From Broward County, got me, we in Cali with the vibes
My brother got my back, I know I ain't gotta slang that iron
Them boys better not play 'round, I'm gon have his mama crying
Every time they say, "It's smoke," that's just another nigga dying
Them boys gon' step for real 'cause you know Lil Heem in his prime
Sipping 1942, got her doing the dirty whine
I ain't ever cap in these raps 'cause if I did, I'd be flying
I've been treating lil' shawty wrong, I pray she give me one more try

[Verse]
You keep saying you finna leave, baby, just let me hit one more time
How the fuck I'm supposed to smile when all my niggas keep on dying?
VVS diamonds 'round my neck, I knew one day we was gon' shine
I promise I ain't know it was gon' be like this for real or I'd be lying
Glocks up, them young niggas wilding, I be telling 'em, "Put them Glocks up"
Yeah, they can't stop lil' woadie, he done turned into a monster
Your favorite rapper trash, we threw his CD in a dumpster
Got all the smoke, just let me know if one of you niggas want some
Yeah, they shouldn't have let that nigga touch no money
Stormy rains don't last forever, I knew one day it was gon' be sunny
Stupid nigga, we ain't cuffing no hoes, you mistaked us for a dummy
Lotto off that lean, got him moving like a zombie
Covid-19, I can't even fucking party
Been gambling with my life and I can't even beat the shotty
Lil' woadie on all them pills, got him geeking out his body
This rap shit getting me paid and, I swear, this just my hobby