[Intro]
Trauma Tone

[Chorus]
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now, yeah

[Verse 1]
No, I ain't tired (no, I ain't tired)
Them hundreds keep calling a n***a (hundreds)
I boss up on all of these n***as
Got bottles on bottles, lil n***a
Got autos and pilots, lil n***a (shh)
That choppa got silence lil n***a (brrt)
Yeah, why would I lie to you n***as? hey (let's got)
I know how to lie to these bitches (know how to lie)
I do not rely on no n***a
I got real ice on my necklace (got real ice)
You see these diamonds, they watery (diamonds)
You see me shine like I'm 'posed to be (yes sir)
These n***as be watching, I notice it (what?)
So I keep that shine right under me (shine)
Rockin' designer shit on me (designer)
Rockin' that Christian Dior shit (Christian Dior)
N***as be acting like they want smoke (want smoke)
'Til we pull up and we show n***as (show n***as)
We ain't gon' beef on no internet (internet)
We cannot sleep with no broke bitch (broke bitch)
I'm tryna thumb through that fetty n***a (thumb through)
I'm tryna backwood roll this (roll it, roll it)
[Chorus]
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now, yeah

[Verse 2]
Army fatigue right now (army fatigue)
I'm rockin' these cheetahs now (rockin' these cheetahs)
I'm chargin' for features now (chargin' for features)
My diamonds they freezin' now (diamonds they freezin')
My partner go eat 'em now (my partner go eat 'em)
Got choppers like feast right now (got choppers like feast)
The doctor ain't seeing the boy (they ain't seein' me)
My pockets they thick for somethin' (pockets they thick)
What? (hey, let's go)
Hundreds on me, I got red bottoms
Ferragamo cost me five hundred (Ferragamo)
Young n***a got a lot of money (yeah)
I'm not going back and forth with these n***as
I can't let you trick me out of this money
I just roll inside six with these bitches
I just pull up, I can fix all they problems
N***as cappin' like I ain't having no money
Boy you flexing, boy I'm thumbing through hundreds
I just moved out that condo in Buckhead
Got a spot with a bitch who want me, Osama
I can't lose fucking with you lil knuckleheads
Tryna take me off my game lil boy
Chasing racks in the rain lil boy
Speak them facts on my name lil boy
[Chorus]
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now
Stop killing my vibe (killing my high)
N***a get high today (n***a get high)
Fuck up my vibe away (fuck up my vibe)
Bitch I'ma fly away (bitch I'ma fly)
I got these ring tats (I got these rings)
I got this thing right here (Glock)
Count up this green right now
Racks, bottles of lean right now, yeah