Trae Tha Truth, Larry June - First Class Lyrics

Please don't fuck up my vibe, I've been tryna grow
Lately, I feel like they energy been wrong (Izze the Producer)
Can't knock my hustle, no
My money first-class blown
Can't fuck my vibe up, no
They energy too low

First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe
Somethin' jumpin' out the trunk, hit two hundred when I slide (when I slide)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe (fuckin' up my vibe)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe

King of the streets, I'm wherever I need be
Somethin' in my trunk, beat a nigga like Creed III
Got your woman callin' me to tell me she need me
I hustle like I'm hungry, if I want it then feed me
Your reputation, I done tore it down, hatin', better slow it down
Legend when it come to my status, look what I made the town
Run up on the troop, won't be nobody leavin' safe and sound
Get an opp, treat him like I'm Joc, have it goin' down
Any time I let this money fly, it's goin' first-class
Yeah, I'm out here baggin' with the best, that's my first task
Diamonds everywhere like they was shattered, dare you pick 'em up
Got them haters mad, hands in the air, stick 'em up
Nah, for real

Please don't fuck up my vibe, I've been tryna grow
Lately, I feel like they energy been wrong
Can't knock my hustle, no
My money first-class blown
Can't fuck my vibe up, no
They energy too low

First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe
Somethin' jumpin' out the trunk, hit two hundred when I slide (when I slide)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe (fuckin' up my vibe)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe

Oh, it's the '91 niggas (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Orange juice sippin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Old school dippin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pole with extension (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ho, is you trippin'? (Trippin')
You know this shit different (different)
I score, I'm in Memphis (Memphis)
These hoes see the difference (difference)
Caddy painted on sixes (uh)
Slidin' all through the traffic (yeah)
Sideways in an Ashton (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hit a lick, up more, get a brick, flip more (numbers, man)
We get those in tenfolds, they ain't on it like a tempo (tempo)
You stressed out 'cause your bitch gone (goddamn)
Been gettin' money since flip phone (yee-hee)
Been havin' hoes since Sisqó (good job)
And, nigga, that's for shit sure (goddamn)
What's happenin'? (Man, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Please don't fuck up my vibe, I've been tryna grow
Lately, I feel like they energy been wrong
Can't knock my hustle, no (can't knock my hustle, no)
My money first-class blown (first-class, I gotta let it blow)
Can't fuck my vibe up, no (don't fuck my vibe up no more)
They energy too low (they energy too low)

First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe
Somethin' jumpin' out the trunk, hit two hundred when I slide (when I slide)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe (fuckin' up my vibe)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe

I got in my bag and plane
They energy wrong that day
First-class, gettin' this cash
I'm on they ass today
I got in my bag and plane
They energy wrong that day
First-class, gettin' this cash
I'm on they ass today

First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe
Somethin' jumpin' out the trunk, hit two hundred when I slide (when I slide)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe (fuckin' up my vibe)
First-class, haters fuckin' up my vibe

Don't fuck up my vibe