Fcg Heem 1942 Vibes Lyrics

(Intro)

From Broward County got me we in Cali with the vibes
My brother got my back I know I ain't gotta slang that iron
Them boys bet not play round I'm gon have his momma crying
Every time they send smoke that's just another nigga dying
Them boys gon step forreal cause you know Lil Heem in his prime
Sipping 1942 got me doing the dirty wine
I ain't ever cap in these raps cause if I did I'd be flying
I've been treating lil shawty wrong I pray she give me one more try

You keep saying you finna leave baby just let me here one more time
How the f*ck I'm supposed to smile when all my niggas keep on dying
VVS diamonds round my neck I knew one day we was gon shine
I promise I ain't know it was gon be like this forreal or I'd be lying
Glocks up if yo nigga wilding' I be telling em put them Glocks up
Yeah they can't stop lil woadie he done turned into a monster
Your favourite rapper trash we threw his CD in a dumpster
Got all the smoke just let me know if one of you niggas want some Yeah they shouldn't have let that nigga touch no money
Storming rains don't last forever I knew one day that it would gon be sunny
Stupid nigga we ain't cuffing no hoes you mistaked us for a dummy
Lotto off that lean got him moving like a zombie
Covid-19 I can't even f*cking party
Been gambling with my life and I can't even beat the shotty
Lil woadie on all dem pills got him geeking out his body
This rap shit getting me paid and I swear this just my hobby
From Broward County got me we in Cali with the vibes
My brother got my back I know I ain't gotta slang that iron
Them boys bet not play round I'm gon have his momma crying
Every time they send smoke that's just another nigga dying
Them boys gon step forreal cause you know Lil Heem in his prime
Sipping 1942 got me doing the dirty wine
I ain't ever cap in these raps cause if I did I'd be flying
I've been treating lil shawty wrong I pray she give me one more try

(Outro)

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