"Cemetery Type Of Vibes" lyrics
Lil Yee & EBK Jaaybo Lyrics
2-1, nigga
FlyK, nigga
44K, 500K, nigga
3K all that, nigga
SouthsideK, nigga
G Members, nigga
Nigga (Yeah)
AK nigga and BK nigga
Yeah, yeah
Homie popped a homie, politics, I came to grab him
County jail catching fades with every opp, no white flagging
Wish you knew how he felt when he died but you can't ask him
Cause they bagged him
Just dribbled on a nigga that's my family, yeah
I was the one that started spanking on the flys
Cemetery type of vibes, yeah, I'm the reason that he died
Slo-be mode speak on that name you playing with your life
The double back be the same week you can ask Nice
Dead fly's in the south we the reason for that shit
Tell me is the body mine if I'm the reason he got hit?
Every time I came home from a bid, niggas slid
Marley BPCD and the bounty dude's a bitch
I'm no top opp, ain't no opp at all if you ask us
Black died the same place as homie did who stamped blood
Soon as they give my bro that belt, I'm picking Cam up
I know the opposition glad I can't pick Max up
Yeah, I call the shots on my block, EBK baby, I done dropped on all of my opps
I'm the one that got both of the J's spanked on my pops
I got blood on my opps and my block
Pop that nigga, I ain't finna argue on the gram I ain't got blood on the Five
But my brother got one slammed popped a nigga lil brother, could've killed him but he ran
Don't got no body lil' nigga? You need to get up off your ass
Ayy, I'm the best that ever did it really got away with it (Yeah)
I'm a half time rapper full time gravedigger
That mean I'm always on tip always keep that flame with me
If you catch me outside don't talk about it spray with it
Bullets penetrate different when you hear that K clicking
He got head tapped, then his folks tried to play victim
Niggas always barking up the wrong tree Slanga coulda popped the dome, put him in a loose sleeve
I heard they did that nigga cold wheelchair'd him, get to roll
I heard that lil' rapper nigga, he ain't never did a show
When death come knocking at your door, don't be acting like you ain't nervous
'Cause worth 4-5 as we back right lurking
Perks drying out, my Kenny got my back hurting
It's a ninety day run, then I'm right back splurgin'
Modified a Glock you catch us out you know we purgin'
Pull up on his whip you heard the "frrt" then we swerving, for real
FlyK, nigga
44K, 500K, nigga
3K all that, nigga
SouthsideK, nigga
G Members, nigga
Nigga (Yeah)
AK nigga and BK nigga
Yeah, yeah
Homie popped a homie, politics, I came to grab him
County jail catching fades with every opp, no white flagging
Wish you knew how he felt when he died but you can't ask him
Cause they bagged him
Just dribbled on a nigga that's my family, yeah
I was the one that started spanking on the flys
Cemetery type of vibes, yeah, I'm the reason that he died
Slo-be mode speak on that name you playing with your life
The double back be the same week you can ask Nice
Dead fly's in the south we the reason for that shit
Tell me is the body mine if I'm the reason he got hit?
Every time I came home from a bid, niggas slid
Marley BPCD and the bounty dude's a bitch
I'm no top opp, ain't no opp at all if you ask us
Black died the same place as homie did who stamped blood
Soon as they give my bro that belt, I'm picking Cam up
I know the opposition glad I can't pick Max up
Yeah, I call the shots on my block, EBK baby, I done dropped on all of my opps
I'm the one that got both of the J's spanked on my pops
I got blood on my opps and my block
Pop that nigga, I ain't finna argue on the gram I ain't got blood on the Five
But my brother got one slammed popped a nigga lil brother, could've killed him but he ran
Don't got no body lil' nigga? You need to get up off your ass
Ayy, I'm the best that ever did it really got away with it (Yeah)
I'm a half time rapper full time gravedigger
That mean I'm always on tip always keep that flame with me
If you catch me outside don't talk about it spray with it
Bullets penetrate different when you hear that K clicking
He got head tapped, then his folks tried to play victim
Niggas always barking up the wrong tree Slanga coulda popped the dome, put him in a loose sleeve
I heard they did that nigga cold wheelchair'd him, get to roll
I heard that lil' rapper nigga, he ain't never did a show
When death come knocking at your door, don't be acting like you ain't nervous
'Cause worth 4-5 as we back right lurking
Perks drying out, my Kenny got my back hurting
It's a ninety day run, then I'm right back splurgin'
Modified a Glock you catch us out you know we purgin'
Pull up on his whip you heard the "frrt" then we swerving, for real
