"BAY VIBEZ" lyrics
Peysoh, MoneySign Suede, Rucci & AZ Chike Lyrics
Ayy, remember lil' nigga be observant?
This shit is real, boy, with many different person
Ayy, that ain't real love, she ain't worth it
I'm sorry, baby, I ain't perfect, I'm learning
I feel a vibe when I walk, a nigga nervous
Only time I notice when a bitch security searchin'
Ayy, and I ain't doin' free verses
'Cause I'm tryna buy my mama new Birkins
Yeah, I'm tryna buy my bitch new purses
I done changed my bitch life, she was a servant
I remember I was busted, I was writin' to her in cursive
I ain't tryna keep this, there ain't money, what's the purpose?
I'm in the Bay with a Cal, let her spray
These bitches wanna taste 'cause that nigga from L.A.
I just wanna fuck after the pipe you gotta shake
I remember I was lonely, coulda held me with a plate
Look, I just wanna fuck, so don't ask if you could stay
And you need a dick appointment, not today
Is you suckin' dick or not? I ain't call you here to play
Bitch, I ain't even bust a nut, so don't ask me if I'm straight
I gotta spit, start this bitch with that dry-ass pussy
Yeah, her ass look fat, but that shit was dookie
I heard you out here burnin' nigga with that stank-ass coochie
Yeah, she look like a ten, but it smell like sushi
Ayy, broke, bummy-ass ho, hell nah, we can't talk, bitch
All you thought I was rappin', I'm here to talk shit
Pop shit, he slippin', I had to feed him some hot shit
We seen him on that side, next thing you know, he smell like dog shit
You said what? They call you who? Bitch, you not shit
Oh, you a nigga? Ha-ha, yeah, you thot, bitch
I heard about you, you ain't even on that block, bitch
You just a dick-suckin' nigga, don't get shocked, bitch
Ayy, and tell that bitch drop pen, I'm finna drop dick
Don't be goin' through my phone, that's that cop shit
You had a baby and got fat, you a flop, bitch
Hell nah, you can't kick it on my block, bitch
And you can call your baby daddy, he gon' get shot, bitch
And you can call your little brother, he gon' get socked, bitch
That's what you get for goin' dumb over this cock, bitch
Big bankroll plus I'm fly as in a cockpit
Big black trucks pullin' up in all Escalades
I've been fuckin' bitches, countin' money since the seventh grade
Told her if I leave her, don't be sad, it's gon' be better days
I'ma be a dog 'til I die, I'ma never change
Okay, first thing first, a bitch can't get shit
When they sent, they always jump shit
Okay, talk to me nice with somethin' mean on her lips
I stand on what I say, bitch, I mean what I meant, uh
Bitch, by all means, I'm a dog with that strap
Fuck T-shirt, put dog on a hat
Uh, yes sir, no cap
When I die I'm with the opps, so I still won't relax
Do a bitch dirty like some left out laundry
Coke mirror, Mac and Coke, you can find me
Ayy, I gotta keep slugs 'cause I'm slimy
Snake 'em, take 'em back, don't do 'em grimy
Do a bitch dirty like some left out laundry
Coke mirror, Mac and Coke, you can find me
Ayy, I gotta keep slugs 'cause I'm slimy
Snake 'em, take 'em back, don't do 'em grimy
This shit is real, boy, with many different person
Ayy, that ain't real love, she ain't worth it
I'm sorry, baby, I ain't perfect, I'm learning
I feel a vibe when I walk, a nigga nervous
Only time I notice when a bitch security searchin'
Ayy, and I ain't doin' free verses
'Cause I'm tryna buy my mama new Birkins
Yeah, I'm tryna buy my bitch new purses
I done changed my bitch life, she was a servant
I remember I was busted, I was writin' to her in cursive
I ain't tryna keep this, there ain't money, what's the purpose?
I'm in the Bay with a Cal, let her spray
These bitches wanna taste 'cause that nigga from L.A.
I just wanna fuck after the pipe you gotta shake
I remember I was lonely, coulda held me with a plate
Look, I just wanna fuck, so don't ask if you could stay
And you need a dick appointment, not today
Is you suckin' dick or not? I ain't call you here to play
Bitch, I ain't even bust a nut, so don't ask me if I'm straight
I gotta spit, start this bitch with that dry-ass pussy
Yeah, her ass look fat, but that shit was dookie
I heard you out here burnin' nigga with that stank-ass coochie
Yeah, she look like a ten, but it smell like sushi
Ayy, broke, bummy-ass ho, hell nah, we can't talk, bitch
All you thought I was rappin', I'm here to talk shit
Pop shit, he slippin', I had to feed him some hot shit
We seen him on that side, next thing you know, he smell like dog shit
You said what? They call you who? Bitch, you not shit
Oh, you a nigga? Ha-ha, yeah, you thot, bitch
I heard about you, you ain't even on that block, bitch
You just a dick-suckin' nigga, don't get shocked, bitch
Ayy, and tell that bitch drop pen, I'm finna drop dick
Don't be goin' through my phone, that's that cop shit
You had a baby and got fat, you a flop, bitch
Hell nah, you can't kick it on my block, bitch
And you can call your baby daddy, he gon' get shot, bitch
And you can call your little brother, he gon' get socked, bitch
That's what you get for goin' dumb over this cock, bitch
Big bankroll plus I'm fly as in a cockpit
Big black trucks pullin' up in all Escalades
I've been fuckin' bitches, countin' money since the seventh grade
Told her if I leave her, don't be sad, it's gon' be better days
I'ma be a dog 'til I die, I'ma never change
Okay, first thing first, a bitch can't get shit
When they sent, they always jump shit
Okay, talk to me nice with somethin' mean on her lips
I stand on what I say, bitch, I mean what I meant, uh
Bitch, by all means, I'm a dog with that strap
Fuck T-shirt, put dog on a hat
Uh, yes sir, no cap
When I die I'm with the opps, so I still won't relax
Do a bitch dirty like some left out laundry
Coke mirror, Mac and Coke, you can find me
Ayy, I gotta keep slugs 'cause I'm slimy
Snake 'em, take 'em back, don't do 'em grimy
Do a bitch dirty like some left out laundry
Coke mirror, Mac and Coke, you can find me
Ayy, I gotta keep slugs 'cause I'm slimy
Snake 'em, take 'em back, don't do 'em grimy
Writer(s): Juan Carlos Martinez Jr, Kevin Oropeza, Bryan Torres, Azchike Azchike, Fortwoe Fortwoe, The Holiday
