​rch ngga / bD btch Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
(Thanks 4ME)
(Rich nigga)
Uh (Uh) (Clayco on the beat)
Uh (Uh)
Uh (Uh)

[Chorus]
Vibe, vibe, vibe, vibe
Yeah, rich nigga, vibe
Yeah, bad bitch, vibe
Late night, vibe, vibe, vibe
Rich nigga, vibe
Late night, vibe
Late night, vibe
Late night

[Verse 1]
I'm in this bitch and I'm fried, late night
Hop in that whip, let's ride
I got a bad ass bitch on my right hand side
Three phones, and I keep 'em all on silent
I'm wit' real deal slime, and they promotin' violence
I got a top floor bitch, she don't got a stylist
Yes, I come through, rockstar stylin'
I gotta wrap my wrist up, nigga, it's so icy
Yes, I throw your bitch up, nigga, if you try me
I got dreads like a Rasta, and I'm gettin' high
And I know that this ho lyin', call that ho Mufasa
I'm not sayin' I'm fly, 'causе I'm flying farther
I'm the real Dark Lord, Darth Vadеr, I'm they father
I might accidentally shit on a hater, you can't stop me
I'm a real young nigga, no, I can't disguise it
Got a mall worth of designer, stuck inside my closet
Yes, I came a long way from shit, and then took knowledge
I battle it all right out in the streets, didn't go to College
I got white diamonds, same color, cauliflower
Big pockets, spend that shit on whatever
Bad bitch, spend the night, get hit whenever
I told her "I'm on the way", she pullin' up whenever
And, I never thought I'd be a young rich nigga
Nah, I can't tell you how it feel, if you never live this shit, nigga
And I love my brothers 'cause they tell me when I'm off a bit, nigga
You was holding, that's on me, how the fuck could I forget, nigga?
I don't give a fuck, nigga
Vibe, vibe, vibe, uh