Yung Till - Vibe Low Lyrics

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Its yung till nigga
(Mmm)
It's 6:58 pm palm trees startin' bleed
Foldin' up the visor 'cause the sun startin' to leave
Light the bleeze
Down the window, feel the breeze
Head on a swivel for the smoke detectives
Cant let the killjoys steal my bliss
Got some fresh legs expectin' me to come though and hit
I take a hit yea
Inhale exhale
Thinkin' 'bout my paper trail
Nigga nigga yea
I been burnin' woods beefin' with
Smokey the Bear
Love the way that paper smell when it's in the air
Fresh Willie Ds same color as the mail
Bad bitches give my lap top like a Dell
Finger bang her, look like manicure on my nail
Hold up
I play it cool
Come through smooth when I ride through
Spillin' ragu biscuit on my side and my pride too
Ine indecisive but I never mind you
(Head on a swivel)
Yea
(Seat pushed back smoke)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
It's yung till nigga
Yea
Mmm
(Head on a swivel)
(Seat pushed back smoke got my eyes low)
(When I ride low)
(Got my vibes)
(when I ride slow got my eyes low)
(When I ride)
(When I ride slow)
(Got my vibes low)
(Got my head)