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Issa Vibe
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Issa Vibe

Bamis

Lyrics

I toke the smoke up then I’m gone, out of sight

No more service on my phone, poltergeist

I be going ghost I be on the rolls

Imma cop a ghost eenie meenie miney mo

You gon be feeling wraith

Hop in your whip and then say all that shit to my face

Stop politicking bout the drip

I slay independent I guess that they pendant be 0-k

That’s zero, for the au, that beat gold, and I say truth

My beefs bloody as they choose

If i get atchou then bless you

Competition in my genes and my tissues

True religion full of tools on a mission

I cannot aim and then I miss you

After the queen and I take out the pistol

I’m on one, oh they get to popping pills

I’m gonna get to clocking bills

I gotta crop the minutes

Gotta be bout copping digits

Hit the bottom of the list when you call on this shit god damn

I ain’t pickin up my line unless you’re calling bout the doe

I got digits on my mind more than I got em on my phone

I be chilling with the tribe all the way to Monaco

Telling bitches what I strive but they always some more

Throw the money in the safe issa vibe

Feeling wavy in the haze I’m energized

Either roll the paper or I stack it up

I’ll be in a phantom and I ain’t backing up

Chilling with the pots and pans, serving this shit I’m a pharmacist

Spitting this venom by pop demand, show me a match and I’m an arsenist

Yeah I flame them fauxs they can’t fit in my Timbs

I’m imposing you can ask the critics

If I aim yeah bitch I said I can’t miss

If I aim at the goat yeah I’m slitting my wrist

Wait a minute wait a minute

Now let me second my shit

I know i talk a lot about whats on clocks

Cuz all I wanna see is racks in my pockets

I’m on one, oh they get to popping pills

I’m gonna get to clocking bills

I gotta crop the minutes

Gotta be bout copping digits

Hit the bottom of the list when you call on this shit god damn

I ain’t pickin up my line unless you’re calling bout the doe

I got digits on my mind more than I got em on my phone

I be chilling with the tribe all the way to Monaco

Telling bitches what I strive but they always some more

Throw the money in the safe issa vibe

Feeling wavy in the haze I’m energized

Either roll the paper or I stack it up

I’ll be in a phantom and I ain’t backing up

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