Bad Vibes Forever Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Hey, Cris, fuck you
Oh, Nuri the GOAT, oh, oh
Syrup sippin', drinkin'
Never forget, oh, oh, oh
Pill poppin', couldn't never, no, oh, oh, oh
Wifi and Slump
Them my brothers, them my brothers, I ain't gon' let 'em die
Seen a few clout chasers tryna infiltrate, we ain't goin' out
Members Only forever after, 'til my dog feel me, 'til I'm long and gone
Tell her feel my pain like I'm Cris

[Chorus]
And I got bad vibes forever (on God, huh), and I got bad vibes forever (on God)
And I got bad vibes forever (huh), and I got bad vibes forever (oh)
And I got bad vibes forever (yuh), and I got bad vibes forever (yuh)
And I got bad vibes forever (yuh), and I got bad vibes forever, ever (uh)
Forever ever, forever ever, forever (yuh)
Forever ever, forever ever, forever (yuh, yuh)
And that Lou Vuitton, that Gucci on me, that sweater (ah ah)
I can't stunt the bitch, I'm fuckin' on her, I swear that (let's go)

[Verse]
Streets chose us, I accepted (yuh), real Broward nigga, touch your own city (on God)
Kid Trunks with me, kung fu kick shit (wah), that's my brother, play with him, I'll wet shit (grr)
Will got the .45, it ain't absent (on God, bah), Tank got the triple 6 beam blastin' (you dig)
Flyboy like Steven but filthy (on God), met three hoes, them hoes all crazies
Pop that shit for X, he live through me (uh), live through me
He lookin' down, show that pussy, let him see (uh), look at me
No ice in my drank, can't water down a thing (uh), where my drink?
Stretch it out like Luffy, Big Mom scream (uh), yeah, she scream (yuh)
We told all these fuck niggas we wasn't really innadat (on God)
We ain't on the internet (hol' up), I ain't really innadat (yeah)
You ain't really innadat (hold up), VVS my dental plan (hold up)
Got a serious mental plan (you dig, swear), now who gon' talk me through that (on God)
And I'm slumped like Ski (yeah), a lil bit of wifey your tree, she (ayy, ayy, ayy)
This Robb Banks if you want R&B (yuh), don't worry 'bout me, got the money on me (yuh), got the burner on me (SSET)
Keep it like ID (hah), got a R8 Audi (huh), orange, vitamin c (you dig)
Got your main bitch stuck (rah) like a kite in a tree, 430, Members Only, bitch, MOB (uh)
Hair slicked back, Yung Joc, it's goin' down, no VH1
Like 5, 6 chains on him, slit wrist, no eyepatches, Gucci god
And I'ma miss arguin' with you, 'bout ridin' with my pistol in the car (brr)
Through our DMs, last thing you said was send you Falconia (ah ah)