Vibez

Yung Bans Vol. 2

Lonely (feat. Lil Skies)

Moonrock - XXXTENTACION

Nuthin' 2 Prove

Yacht Club (feat. Juice WRLD)

When Im not sober Prod by Khail

LB & TImothy - HOT (Mixed by Vito)



[Verse 1: TImothy]

All these biddies fuckin wack now

Pussys getting slapped out

Just rollin with my team 

Like everyday

Why you really wanna rat now

I was gettin patted down

And you ain’t at the scene like

What they say?

Don’t let my boys lack down

I’m chasin after racks now

I’m bringing them with me

Goin my way yuh

Lotta old homies trap now

All they do is act out

Smokin fake trees

Ay Ay

Bakin bitches in the backseat

This a 

Uber no taxi

I’m feelin super off the juicer been relaxin

I blocked the cougar so now she tryna fax me fax me 

[Hook: TImothy]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock like

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot like

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got like

[Verse 2: LB]

I heard you talking bout my clique 

We gon’ run up and leave you in a ditch

Don’t be talking or you'll catch this hollow tip 

My team really out here we be selling shit

Strapped up and we ain't finna miss

Try and destroy me but it's clean when I go piss

It’s crazy off the skittles and my brain be hazy 

It’s like I’m the president people be waving 

I’m on a different planet now I’m in a mirror room 

I’m not sure what happened I just took the blue pill

Now I can't tell between everyone whose who 

Everybody’s looking at me like I’m blues clues 

That bitch walked into the room 

She flexing Saint Laurent and Gucci shoes

She’s tryna hop on me and I’m getting loose

Now she's on me I don't know what to do

[Hook: TImothy]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got

[Verse 3: TImothy]

Club house for real y’all startin to look goofy

Y’all chasin after hoes I’m chasin after Gucci

Got ya bitch on my waist line

She don’t like to waste time

I ain’t talkin iPhone when I say she do facetime

Hummin w my eyes close like I’m meditatin

I ain’t meditatin bitch look at my cup I’m medicated

Y’all be overrated I don’t think you’ll ever fuckin make it

You ain’t really bout it you just talk, flex, and fuckin and fake it

[Verse 4: LB]

And I know you want it, you want my life and you want and my cadence 

But you can’t have it Bitch, I’m fucking levitated 

Floating high up with my baby shit’s getting a little crazy 

I’m not gonna lie I’m feelin a lil wavy 

When I spit this shit like baby I feel fucking amazing 

And when TImothy like gunna you know already we lacing

We chasing after bands and the fucking Mercedes 

The engine getting hot hot hot

Like we racing

[Hook: TImothy & LB]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got

LB & TImothy - HOT (Prod. Diplomat)

Don't love the idea of someone, love the someone

When Im not sober Prod by Khail

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