[Intro: Lil Chris]
Yeah, yeah
Geek, geek, geek
Geekin' off these mids—
[?] (Mmph, Dinero)
Woah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Chris]
Bussin’ off these mids, smokin' 'Woods to help me calm down (Bussin’)
If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, what the fuck you talmbout? (Huh?)
Young nigga, keep your head up, don't you never put your gun down (Brrt)
Used to be my dawg, but don't know what the fuck you on now (What you on now)
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Nigga, get the fuck from ’round me with them bad vibes (Woah)
[Verse 1: Lil Chris]
Ever since I got some paper (Paper), niggas showin’ fake love (Fake)
Watch out for them niggas that call you "bro," but they be haters (Hate)
They love you when you broke, but hate when you ball like a Laker (Facts)
That's why I flame the ’Wood up and get high as skyscrapers (High)
Ooh, fuck all these niggas, this money is all that I need (All that I need)
Ooh, play with me, get your ass smoked like a bag of weed (Bag of weed)
Them negative vibes around me some shit I don't need (Some shit I don't need)
Nah, bitch, I go ludicrous when you disturbin' the peace (Woah)
Bitch, this my city, and I got the keys (Woah)
Throwin’ up rakes, we sweepin' the leaves (GD)
Hit from the back while I'm pullin' her weaves (Ooh)
Yellow diamonds on me lookin' like pee, woah (Bling, blaow, woah)
Fuck is wrong with these niggas, man?
Like they KKK, can't get along with these niggas, man
Yeah, yeah
Geek, geek, geek
Geekin' off these mids—
[?] (Mmph, Dinero)
Woah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Chris]
Bussin’ off these mids, smokin' 'Woods to help me calm down (Bussin’)
If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, what the fuck you talmbout? (Huh?)
Young nigga, keep your head up, don't you never put your gun down (Brrt)
Used to be my dawg, but don't know what the fuck you on now (What you on now)
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Stay the fuck from 'round me with them bad vibes (With them bad vibes)
Nigga, get the fuck from ’round me with them bad vibes (Woah)
[Verse 1: Lil Chris]
Ever since I got some paper (Paper), niggas showin’ fake love (Fake)
Watch out for them niggas that call you "bro," but they be haters (Hate)
They love you when you broke, but hate when you ball like a Laker (Facts)
That's why I flame the ’Wood up and get high as skyscrapers (High)
Ooh, fuck all these niggas, this money is all that I need (All that I need)
Ooh, play with me, get your ass smoked like a bag of weed (Bag of weed)
Them negative vibes around me some shit I don't need (Some shit I don't need)
Nah, bitch, I go ludicrous when you disturbin' the peace (Woah)
Bitch, this my city, and I got the keys (Woah)
Throwin’ up rakes, we sweepin' the leaves (GD)
Hit from the back while I'm pullin' her weaves (Ooh)
Yellow diamonds on me lookin' like pee, woah (Bling, blaow, woah)
Fuck is wrong with these niggas, man?
Like they KKK, can't get along with these niggas, man
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