Bobby Gvld - Vibes or Thots Freestyle (feat. Hue & Runnin Thoughts) Lyrics

Shit
I got enough energy to do like a one take drake in this bitch
We'll see
Like, Life
What we talkin bout
What we livin bout
Ion know, shit
Niggas say that I should spit from the heart
I don't know where to start, but I just come
From the dark and I just rip it apart
I'm like, damn, where the love go, where the
Light at on this gun show, it's one-zero
Oh Niggas say I've been one, no talkin' bout
That sad shit, but that's what I had, bitch
I ain't even have a bitch to call my own
I just wanna pick up my phone, but shit is dry
So I just put it back down and wonder why
Why a nigga ain't livin' in the sky, I'm on the ground
All around what you talkin' bout, god damn
I just drowned in this motherf*ckin' sorrow
Bitch worried about today, not thinkin' bout tomorrow
Worried bout the bottles that I leave
I'm all hollow I'm drinkin' till it's empty, and then
I'm just simply on this bitch
Like what you tempt me, and
I don't know when
I got a ten piece Nugget talkin' gold
I ain't talkin' shit from the stove
I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's shit
I'm talkin' bout that Olive shit
Bitch, Olive Garden ass flows, you can bottle it
Bitch, and I know you wanna swallow it
Damn that's explicit
Bitch, I don't know where to get it
And yeah that's where the wrist went
Yeah, that's where the bitch went
And not just on my own Bitch, you know I got that biscuit
I mean that bisquick flow, it just rise up
Yeah, niggas wanna know when the time's up
Yeah, but just follow me
Cause Bitch you know I got that heat rock
I don't know what I'm sayin, I'm just rambling
Yeah, how do I decide
(Deciiiiiide)
In my mind I get lost
How do I place the time and stay adjacent on course
Put my Feelings aside and confine in my heart
Be more inspired than the light in the dark
To shine or be blind in the wages of war
Give in to the dollars or miss out in remorse
Work hard, thank God and prepare for the storm
Invest in your blessings and reap the reward
Hop in the booth and tell them boys, tell them record
(Press the record button)
Question less hopings, hope the signals don't get crossed
Come across these, get crossed off the board
When it comes to keepin' score
I ain't really keepin' more
I'm just on the cape of dollars
Niggas off their dreams
And the niggas make them holla
I don't even know, but they runnin' around
And they talkin' like Rottweilers
And I'm all about the game
All about the money, man
I'm all about the fame
Ain't bout none of that
I just want the change
Dollar bills, and I ain't holla still
But I'm on the game, like I'm playin' in the battlefield
Oh hold on
Ayo