[Intro]

(Earl on the Beat)

Vibes 2

Draco Vibes 2, uh

Uh

[Chorus]

Me and my hood, we connected like cable box

Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots

On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot

Nigga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot

I got Earl on the Beat in this bitch and it's bumpin'

Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin'

I'm turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin'

MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin'

Talkin' that shit, get smacked down

Bitches on dick 'cause a young nigga rap now

Christian Dior bust down with the racks out

And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out

I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city

These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy

When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty

I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I'm 50

[Verse]

Let me tell you 'bout a young rich nigga

Came from the block so he stay strapped with that fire

Call that lil' nigga MoneyMarr, he chasin' checks

So you know he ain't wasting his time

Let an opp play his part, two sticks in my dip

Bah, bah, shots right at his spine

Niggas' pockets on skinny, my pockets on Bentley

Could sit here and brag about mine

Beat an opp nigga up, I got blood on my Christians

She see this bankroll, that's when that bitch gon' get with me

These niggas can't go to the jail, niggas be tippin'

See an opp in the car at a light, gotta flip it

Fly to Vegas with four bitches, feelin' like Stunna

I got drip, fuck a stylist, I'm feelin' like Gunna

Like Nick Cannon, we wildin' out, choppers got drummers

We gon' spin in an Equinox, fuck is a Hummer?

And we already up, we got rich through the summer

I can shoot with this TEC, but I don't got no jumper

Six shots, red dots, put him six feet under

We got work in the trap and it's pressure like pumpers

I got so many racks, I'm just playin' with numbers

Why the opps on my dick and they broke? Yeah, I wonder

In the stu' smokin' Runtz and it's strikin' like thunder

And it's four pockets full, bitch, we knowin' that hunger

[Chorus]

Me and my hood, we connected like cable box

Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots

On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot

Nigga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot

I got Earl on the Beat in this bitch and it's bumpin'

Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin'

I'm turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin'

MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin'

Talkin' that shit, get smacked down

Bitches on dick 'cause a young nigga rap now

Christian Dior bust down with the racks out

And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out

I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city

These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy

When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty

I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I'm 50 (Damn)