Don't worry bout me or where I'm at
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
Throw it like a frisbee
I like my cash crispy
Baby with you sketchy
Can't trust her if she iffy
Baby taste the rainbow
Soon she see that chain glow
Chain me like Django
Can't f*ck with you no no
Look at me, came from dirt
Just iced out my wrist it hurt
You there, but I been there first
That's why I need 10 a verse
I'm good with the shot
Check out my aim tho
Don't worry bout me or where I'm at
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Wack Video (MV)
Performed By: Vibe God
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Jeffrey Teamer, Jonas Quant, Martin Forslund
Vibe God - Wack Lyrics
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Don't worry bout me or where I'm at
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
Throw it like a frisbee
I like my cash crispy
Baby with you sketchy
Can't trust her if she iffy
Baby taste the rainbow
Soon she see that chain glow
Chain me like Django
Can't f*ck with you no no
Look at me, came from dirt
Just iced out my wrist it hurt
You there, but I been there first
That's why I need 10 a verse
I'm good with the shot
Check out my aim tho
Don't worry bout me or where I'm at
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
Throw it like a frisbee
I like my cash crispy
Baby with you sketchy
Can't trust her if she iffy
Baby taste the rainbow
Soon she see that chain glow
Chain me like Django
Can't f*ck with you no no
Look at me, came from dirt
Just iced out my wrist it hurt
You there, but I been there first
That's why I need 10 a verse
I'm good with the shot
Check out my aim tho
Don't worry bout me or where I'm at
They took something from me give it back
Send me off to school with units didn't match
Now every unit clean like laundry mat
Got a shit loaded on my mental
Just wanna be sharp like a pencil
You ain't getting cash what's the issue
Family on my line I know they miss me
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I'm wack
Wack, wack, wack, wack
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
They think I suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Writer: Jeffrey Teamer, Jonas Quant, Martin Forslund
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid