Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
When I pull up to the scene, these bitches askin' what I'm on
Shit, nothin' chillin', what's the word, shawty, let's get it on
Took her ass up to the room, I f*cked her, then I skirted off
Sorry, shawty, I don't really love you or any bitches at all
You dissin the gang, we pop you like a hall
I'm new to the game, nigga, pass me the ball
Rookie of the year, nigga, I ain't gon' fall
I'm doin' the race to the motherf*ckin' top
I'm with the gang, nigga, we spinnin' the block
FN on me, and that shit come with a stock
If he's talkin' crazy, hit him with the Glock
I'm here to stay, nigga, no I cannot flop
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
If the vibe is right, shit, nigga, I might cheat on her
Picked her up, I took her to the lamb, then I skrt, skrt
She don't really wanna be with me if I don't pay her
Stupid bitch, I'm not a dummy, whole time I was playin' her
Summer vibes, lil boy, let's turn it up now
Mix the Hennessy with the Cola, get f*cked up now
Don't invite me to your party if I don't end up on the ground
Mix the Molly with the lean, a nigga in this feels now
I really like the feelin', I'ma pour another pint
I use it for the healing, but lowkey that isn't right
I paid a lot of money for this drake, I ain't gon' fight
But I got long money, Bruce Wayne, Dark Knight
I'ma pull up in your dreams feel like Freddy Krueger
I'ma pull up with the beam shots out the Ruger
I'm addicted to codeine, nigga, never sober
Tints like limousine, I'm swervin' in the Rover, Rover, Rover
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
Drip G - Summer Vibes Lyrics
Drip G - Summer Vibes Lyrics
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Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
When I pull up to the scene, these bitches askin' what I'm on
Shit, nothin' chillin', what's the word, shawty, let's get it on
Took her ass up to the room, I f*cked her, then I skirted off
Sorry, shawty, I don't really love you or any bitches at all
You dissin the gang, we pop you like a hall
I'm new to the game, nigga, pass me the ball
Rookie of the year, nigga, I ain't gon' fall
I'm doin' the race to the motherf*ckin' top
I'm with the gang, nigga, we spinnin' the block
FN on me, and that shit come with a stock
If he's talkin' crazy, hit him with the Glock
I'm here to stay, nigga, no I cannot flop
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
If the vibe is right, shit, nigga, I might cheat on her
Picked her up, I took her to the lamb, then I skrt, skrt
She don't really wanna be with me if I don't pay her
Stupid bitch, I'm not a dummy, whole time I was playin' her
Summer vibes, lil boy, let's turn it up now
Mix the Hennessy with the Cola, get f*cked up now
Don't invite me to your party if I don't end up on the ground
Mix the Molly with the lean, a nigga in this feels now
I really like the feelin', I'ma pour another pint
I use it for the healing, but lowkey that isn't right
I paid a lot of money for this drake, I ain't gon' fight
But I got long money, Bruce Wayne, Dark Knight
I'ma pull up in your dreams feel like Freddy Krueger
I'ma pull up with the beam shots out the Ruger
I'm addicted to codeine, nigga, never sober
Tints like limousine, I'm swervin' in the Rover, Rover, Rover
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
When I pull up to the scene, these bitches askin' what I'm on
Shit, nothin' chillin', what's the word, shawty, let's get it on
Took her ass up to the room, I f*cked her, then I skirted off
Sorry, shawty, I don't really love you or any bitches at all
You dissin the gang, we pop you like a hall
I'm new to the game, nigga, pass me the ball
Rookie of the year, nigga, I ain't gon' fall
I'm doin' the race to the motherf*ckin' top
I'm with the gang, nigga, we spinnin' the block
FN on me, and that shit come with a stock
If he's talkin' crazy, hit him with the Glock
I'm here to stay, nigga, no I cannot flop
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
If the vibe is right, shit, nigga, I might cheat on her
Picked her up, I took her to the lamb, then I skrt, skrt
She don't really wanna be with me if I don't pay her
Stupid bitch, I'm not a dummy, whole time I was playin' her
Summer vibes, lil boy, let's turn it up now
Mix the Hennessy with the Cola, get f*cked up now
Don't invite me to your party if I don't end up on the ground
Mix the Molly with the lean, a nigga in this feels now
I really like the feelin', I'ma pour another pint
I use it for the healing, but lowkey that isn't right
I paid a lot of money for this drake, I ain't gon' fight
But I got long money, Bruce Wayne, Dark Knight
I'ma pull up in your dreams feel like Freddy Krueger
I'ma pull up with the beam shots out the Ruger
I'm addicted to codeine, nigga, never sober
Tints like limousine, I'm swervin' in the Rover, Rover, Rover
Woke up, made like 30 bands I'm feeling good today
I got an appointment with the money, I ain't gon' be late
Drop the top, I'm livin' lavish, chillin' with the gang
Ran it up with the bros, how you gon' tell me I changed
This chopper on me gonna spray
Most of you niggas be fake
I'm doin' the race to the bank
No more minimum wage
Made my own lane, so I don't f*ck with you at all
This semi-auto spray, lil' boy, I'm shootin' at yo' top
Nigga, f*ck fame, I'm just tryna get through to y'all
Yeah, we all got demons, but we gonna get through them
It's summertime, lil' nigga, f*ck this shit, let's have some fun
Drop the addy, where the parties at? Let's turn it up
Writer: Giovanni Gutierrez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid