Vibin In This Bih Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Who that is? Lil Kodak 

It's Gucci! 

1800! 

Look! 

Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X 

Money talks, she on the phone high, we havin' phone sex 

Never duck in front you peons, I ain't full yet 

Kept it real since the begun, I ain't told yet 

I done finally got my muscle up, you know I'm gon' flex 

People rootin' for the hustler, I think I'm on next 

At your neck, I don't get tired, I ain't gon' rest 

You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck 

I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon' sweat 

I'm tryna put my man on, but he ain't came home yet 

Kodak Black but my hoe react, she get her own bread 

I hit your girl with the pole, now she walkin' bowlegged 

Dirty drink this that prometh, been sippin' Moët 

I'm just tryna stay focused, ain't tryna go flat 

You turn cold when the heater on, I know you're gon' melt 

I've been smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for your health 

Nah I'm good, I don't need your help, I do it myself 

I know you don't really love me, you're just lovin' my wealth 

It's lil Kodak, the finesse kid, walkin' like a leg 

Hittin' licks, now I'm droppin' hits, mouthpiece cost a brick 

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In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

All she wanted was to take a pic 

But now she gettin' hit 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

Vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

All she wanted was to take a pic 

But now she gettin' hit 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

Vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

Lock me in a box, but I'm comin' out swingin' 

Watch 200 so I'm comin' out blingin' 

Somethin' like the wind, can't touch, just hear me 

Suckas can't see me, but they damn sure feel me 

They say, "Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain't nothin'" 

Soon as he left, the coke price start jumpin' 

Walk around the club like I walked around the yard 

Nigga I'm the trap god, you tryna look hard 

I'll never ever ever ask the police to protect me 

Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me 

Next time from Gucci Mane, gun clappin' gon' happen 

Put a cap to the cap and see my bullets tap dancin' 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

All she wanted was to take a pic 

But now she gettin' hit 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

Vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

All she wanted was to take a pic 

But now she gettin' hit 

In the club, vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique 

Vibin' in this bih 

Vibin' with my clique