Ktcg - Vibin' on It (feat. Jonasty) Lyrics

Yea
Hehehe
Yea

I'm just vibing on it
I'm just high tryna survive tryna ride on it
Yea
I'm just vibing on it
Yea, yea, yea, yea

KTCG dropping another mixtape

F*ck
I feel like im Homer Simpson
Get money like Jessica Simpson
Put up on him and I kill him
I put my dick in her system
Then I put my dick in her sister
You know I had to revisit her
All you rappers be pissing
No body want to listen
All of my boys be killing and I feel like a library yea I ain't talking
Give her that D in the office you know that im awfully awesome
Yea I got powers like Austin imma shoot up your apartment
Imma pull up and I spark it In the back of the bus parking
Boy I'm Rosa Parking
Two hoes at a time in this yacht boy I'm Noah's arcing
I get cash all day boy you know what happened when that engine sparking
Fly like im Bonaparte
You run up on me I smoke you like gas rolling up all your farts

Yea
I'm just vibing on it
I'm just high tryna survive tryna ride on it
Yea
I'm just vibing on it
I'm just vibing on it
Yea, I'm just vibing on it
Yea

They don't understand
I got the upper hand
Pop you like rubber bands
I may kill yo friend
I may kill yo man
I may just f*ck you in Japan
Crashing in this bitch, no need to land
Im up in Tokyo cooling like uber everywhere
I might shoot em in broad day I never cared
Look alive, that shit bright solar flare
Home run, going gone, its outta here
Me and Jonasty smoking out the backwood
Preroll for the good thats a packwood
That shit dead Bernie Mac now
Tell these bitches to calm down
Man I feel like osam now
F*ck this shit im the bomb, pow

Yea
I'm just vibing on it
I'm just high tryna survive tryna ride on it
Yea
I'm just vibing on it
I'm just vibing on it
Yea, I'm just vibing on it
Yea

I feel like I'm Homer Simpson
I feel like my homies with symptoms
You treat this shit like it was simple
But I got some lyrics put you in submission
Damn
I got a secret bitch and I am up next and you know you can trust all the visions
Predictions
And you can't keep a rhythm, I've been baking like Gibson's
I f*ck the bitch up, yea yea
Boy you is an instrument and I'll cut yo shit up and this not a gym
But I'll pull up the bar and I'll hit yo chin up
You talking that shit?
Yuh
But I got a hit like its little league
And I got the juice likes it's mini me
And please you don't wanna discrete
All the paper on me for a century
We smoking the herb like a chronic
I guess I may do this again
Boy you just a pussy I'm marking you out with a pistol and fill you with lead
Man you is a faggot don't go for the sin
Your girl's like Thanos she go for the head
I walked in the house and she dove for the bed
You thought it was over, it's never gone end
Bitch