Before the End - Sychovibes

It’s the shake the block boys

Bobby trends

Trap Queen Remix

Fetty Wap, Montana, Fabolous

Remix, Remix, Remix

I’m like «hey, what’s up, hello»

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

And I ain’t gotta worry bout her going through my phone (Haan)

And I ain’t got a Backpage fucking with them hoes (Haan)

I ain’t gotta worry bout her popping up a show (Haan)

Give a 36, put that bitch out on the road

I’m in love with my baby (Haan)

No Safaree, I menage with my baby (Yaah, Haan)

Doing large with my baby (Haan)

Mammy do it Grande, Big Sean with my baby (Yaah, Haan)

Going hard for my baby (Haan)

When shit get hard, whip hard with my baby (Yaah)

I’m in love with my baby (Haan)

I’m a star in the rave, with the stars with my baby

Talking Snoop Dogg, Juice and Gin

Don Juan pimping king

This is our year

Talking Nas here (we represent)

Trap Queen, Dominican, tell her bring the bottles in

I got ten, he got six, we gon fuck from 6 to 10 (Haan)

She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)

Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)

She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)

Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

She walked in, it’s like a hello

She know they be watching if she shake it like jello

She know I’m the plug, she could get fucked on the low

Told her bring the lala, get a 7 like Melo (Swish)

She about her paper but tonight we on rillos

And I get high with my baby

Catch a late flight, red eye with my baby (yeah, yeah)

Get the munchies with my baby

Breakfast in bed then lunch is on my baby

She tell me to beat it up, throw some punches at my baby (Yah)

She gon' feel it in her guts, stomach crunches with my baby (Yah)

Then she gon' put that work in, then she move that work out

My last chick got fat, sorry she ain’t workout (I told her)

You know the game so don’t worry bout the cheat codes (I told her)

Why throw it all away when you got beast mode (I told her)

Girl you rocking with the coldest on the east coast (I told her)

Take a pic hands crossed, Young OG pose

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands

I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'

I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

She ain’t wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything

It’s big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can’t go

Remy boys got the stamp, though

Count up hella, them bands though

How far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap I’m living fifty thousand K how I stand though

If you checkin' for my pockets I’m like

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

I’m like «hey, what’s up, hello»

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Got 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though

Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

In love with the money, I ain’t never letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll

Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that’s fasho

I’ll run in ya house, then I’ll fuck your ho

Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'