Da vibe grease by Eastboundfive Lyrics
[verse]
Glock in my hands
So say yo amends
I am grown man
So no I won’t bend
And no I won’t fold !
I stay in the fold !
Was raised in the 4
So I stay wit da pole!
Crease in my pants
I stay on the plan so grease on my hands
I wanted for questioning
Been killin the beat again
Been feedin the streets again
Been chillin wit all my villains
Keep secrets no need for specifics
These niggas they gossip like bitches
And these bitches they hustle like niggas
So go get cha bag Lil baby
Don’t be worryin bout nun of these haters
They gon hate and we still gon get paper
[Chorus]
HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY
IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY
He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby
I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
[verse]
Racks in my hand
Stacked in my hand like an advance
Stay wit my mans ride in the van
Loaded like damn aye
Long ass clip big ass stick im gon rip aye!
He talk shit we gon hit we don’t miss aye
Pullin up
Wit all my soldiers
Fatigues like I’m from the Nola
He bleed like I bleed so be damn that he don’t see me aye
You said that he said it but I didn’t get no CC yea
Fuck it I’m loaded I cock it back and explode it yea
[Chorus]
HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY
IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY
He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby
I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
Glock in my hands
So say yo amends
I am grown man
So no I won’t bend
And no I won’t fold !
I stay in the fold !
Was raised in the 4
So I stay wit da pole!
Crease in my pants
I stay on the plan so grease on my hands
I wanted for questioning
Been killin the beat again
Been feedin the streets again
Been chillin wit all my villains
Keep secrets no need for specifics
These niggas they gossip like bitches
And these bitches they hustle like niggas
So go get cha bag Lil baby
Don’t be worryin bout nun of these haters
They gon hate and we still gon get paper
[Chorus]
HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY
IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY
He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby
I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
[verse]
Racks in my hand
Stacked in my hand like an advance
Stay wit my mans ride in the van
Loaded like damn aye
Long ass clip big ass stick im gon rip aye!
He talk shit we gon hit we don’t miss aye
Pullin up
Wit all my soldiers
Fatigues like I’m from the Nola
He bleed like I bleed so be damn that he don’t see me aye
You said that he said it but I didn’t get no CC yea
Fuck it I’m loaded I cock it back and explode it yea
[Chorus]
HE GON SHOOT SHE GON SHOOT LIL BABY
IM GON SHOOT HE SHOOT LIL BABY
He gon shoot she gon shot lil baby
I’m gon shoot he gon shoot lil baby
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS
CREASE IN MY PANTS
I STAY ON THE PLAN SO GREASE ON MY HANDS