Music Video
Kodak Black "Vibin In This Bih" Feat. Gucci Mane (WSHH Exclusive - Official Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Who that is? Lil' Kodak
It's Gucci!
Dubba-AA flexin'
Aye, 1800
This is the sound
Look!
[Verse 1]
Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X
Money talks, she on the phone line, we havin' phone sex
Never duckin' from you peons, I ain't fold yet
Kept it real since the begun, I ain't told yet
I done finally got my muscle up, you know I'm gon' flex
People rootin' for the hustler, I think I'm on next
At your neck, I don't get tired, I ain't gon' rest
You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck
I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon' sweat
I'm tryna put my man on, but he ain't came home yet
Kodak Black but my ho red, she get her own bread
I hit your girl with the pole, now she walkin' bowlegged
Dirty drink, this that prometh', ain't sippin' Moët
I'm just tryna stay focused, ain't tryna go flat
You turn cold when the heater on, I know you're gon' melt
I've been smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for your health
Nah, I'm good, I don't need your help, I do it myself
I know you don't really love me, you're just lovin' my wealth
It's Lil' Kodak, the finesse kid, walkin' like a lick
Hittin' licks, now I'm droppin' hits, mouthpiece cost a brick
[Chorus]
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique, huh
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
Kodak Black, Guwop
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Skrrt! Squad, yeah
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
[Verse 2]
Lock me in a box, but I'm comin' out swingin'
Watch two hunnid, so I'm comin' out blingin'
Somethin' like the wind, can't touch, just hear me
Suckas can't see me, but they damn sure feel me
They say, "Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain't nothin'"
Soon as he left, the coke price start jumpin'
Walk around the club like I walked around the yard
****, I'm the trap god, you tryna look hard
I'll never, ever, ever ask the police to protect me
Never, ever, ever let a rapper disrespect me
Next up from Gucci Mane, gun clappin' gon' happen
Put a cap to the captain, see my bullets tap dancin', Guwop!
[Chorus]
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique (Yeah)
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique (Squad)
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
[Outro]
This is the sound
Dubba-AA flexin'
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis
