Lil Durk - Vibes feat. Shad da God

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I come from pimping, that trapping, that iolence
They talking bout God got more tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club, had that bitch round my privates
I finally gotta pack it, [?] got a ratchet
Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it
Lil fuck and she bad, [?] like Hi-Tec
Little bitch, I slap on her ass and
Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at
I was plotting with that shit, [?] got a [?]
I don't care about that shit, I'm the type of motherfucker really wanna see you [?]
You can tell my bitch, nigga I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with, [?]
This is my sock, shoe, [?] shit
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the same [?] where we sold crack at
Fill the sink in the apartment with the backend
We keep the trap closed like a casket
Water on me, my AP look like a Patek
Water her pussy, she drip on my satins
I had to fuck that bitch like a savage
Fuck this shit

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How the fuck you want some Gucci lil bitch, I give you the fix
You know I just chace cheques
Percocet, Adderall, I'm a junky, so you know I need a taste test
I signed my name on the leese, [?]
I put some [?] on the [?] so it race, yeah
I mix a lil bitty t with [?]
Nut on her face, and I tell her that's a face tat
Bring the gass, no backyard
New Shanell, international
[?] Shad Da God
I give them pills, and they blast they car
Me, Imma keep riding round with a nice Glock
Save 30 K, Imma put it on your head, spend that at Icebox
Shootouts when the night comes
Bitch tryna fuck on her cycle
Free all my niggas in chain gang, shout out the trentches, they forever gang bang
[?]
You niggas [?]
Niggas switching, they do it for the fame fame
[?] don't ever drop name names

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin