Young 5150 - Don’t kill my vibe

Legalized nuclear bombs
Yea
Yo what on bro
Shii yea
Gang gang

Verse
Me and young
Yea we really be rappin
Finna really beat him up like my name Batman
She eatin it up no she not Pac-Man
Ain’t no I’m tryna
(Knock knock knock)
Bro who at the door
We up in the floor
The opp gon be surprised when they see score
I’m not at school but I’m really feelin bored
The opps kill my brother and I went to war
We see him catch him lackin at store
I got me bands how much like 4
Finna drink the water no I’m talkin bout core
Finna sauce yo boy like wе was ore
Verse 2
Don’t kill my vibе
Don’t kill my aura
Your bitch tryna explore
Her name should be Dora
She suck on my dick
Yea she want some Sephora
Bitch you too broke you drive Honda accord
Nigga you broke yea you can not afford
Matter fact bitch yea your girl is a whore
Suck on my dick she eat it like s’mores
Nigga you know that your bitch a whore

Verse 3
Michael Jackson I just made me a thrill
Just made a song after that a mill
Not worry bout girls I’m worryin bout bills
Got so much ice im just tryna chill
She just really wanna Netflix and chill
I’m countin my money I’m countin my bills
Beat so hard feel like man of steel
I’m so hard feel like the wind
Shoot him in the head then I open his lid
I’m sick of really just just soundin like a kid

Verse 4
I’m smokin in opp like I’m smokin a spliff
I don’t give a shit bitch you know I’m too lit
And nigga you broke but you know im too rich
You fuck with me bitch yea you that’s a bitch
I don’t give a shit nigga how you feel
You run up on me and im really gon kill
My bitch bad lookin like kill bill
Bitch Nigga chill go take a chill pill
I don’t really care how you really fuckin feel
I kill Niggas for real for real
And you know it’s a done deal
Fuck with me your blood get spill
Ay nigga you smell like shit (PU)
I don’t give a shit yea you know I’m the shit
Verse 5
Me and young we not tryna play
Bullet gon hit him right up in the brain
I’m so fly I feel like a plane
Not Spider-Man but I want Mary Jane
On Christmas I eat candy cane
No chief keep but the choppa go bang bang
Don’t try me and I hang with the gang gang
I’m tryna rap but me and bro the same thang
Gold on teeth like they vampire vang
Playin gta but this is not a game

Verse 6
I feel like grizzly (grrrr)
I feel like tee
You run up on me
You gon be decease
I don’t give a shit nigga RIP
I rap too good I can’t be like yeat
Alt delete niggas you can’t compete
My bitch she bad and she came from Greece
Bullets the burn 100 degrees
Fuck with me bitch you know I got the heat
I’m in Miami my bitch she a baddie
Run up on me and that bitch got a fatty
I fuck a bitch yea she callin me daddy
Nba bitch you know jammin
Run up on me my gun never jammin
I don’t give a shit nigga how you feelin