PreacherVibez Lyrics

Aint nothing to it but to do it, bro go head and get it

I make music, but my passion really making digits

In ksubi, but i might just switch into amiri

In conclusion how im talking i feel im a preacher x3

Ransome with the drugs unless u cash it u cant get none

I aint talking cancer bald heads out the clip blowing

All i know is cash it i aint never finance nothing

Drapped in all fashion, ion even think im matching, Fuck it

Get your face fapped now they cant even have the casket open

Call me latex cause im strapped with the mag, i'm trojan

Heard you save b**** you need a cape or a mask or something

Bape on my back cost eight big face hundreds

Wake up to rax went to sleep back dating something

Dracs in the trap pay the tab or get tags on you

Drake with the strap make a hit when i rap something

I pay racks for some denim just to slap rax in em

two cap you snap back or a fit it

need a new staff if u ever ran with the digits

No u need new calves catch a leg shot just for running

I'm in all Gucci faded, Call me Rodrick Davis

Really i'm a nurse on break b**** i'm out of patience

Or i'm the first to make pape, A'int that morning

Shift to the afternoon little n**** and its more to get

With the leg on the striker that b**** walking with

You should pass me a daimper cuz i'm bouta shit

I'll crash like my driving skills aint legit

I get cash like i'm snatching it right out the printer

Spend it on some Raf Simon's Stan Smith edition

Beat her but like bad kids who just didn't listen

He the one that stack chips and who never settle

Feat funds in any conversation u attending

PreacherVibez how i'm talking to you through a rhythm

Keep in mind n***** should mind they own business

Been risking Mine i hear chances, make a champ

Fancy in the trap serving packs wearing brit(burrberry)

Big dog status i aint never been a b****

f******* and pills in a blender let it mix

double dose the beans cause i barley feel affect

sure to keep the stick with just in case i slip