(Vibin' out right on the West)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit (Top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would've thought I was a swiper the way I use this Visa
Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with that Nina (That motherfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, thirty, what it is (That motherfucker trim)
Find out where he live, that Diamondback get kills (That motherfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' more than zip, Hellcat way past Kim (That motherfucker trim)
These niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know 'bout the dip (That motherfucker trim)
I want no Xans
Fuck it, I want no friends
I just pass these hoes to my brothers, ain't no cuffin' (Yeah)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit (Top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would've thought I was a swiper the way I use this Visa
Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with that Nina (Big trim)
Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Real big dog, ain't miss no mil
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
JR back from now they killing
The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
Can't even cap, I fuck with that boy, but hope I never need it (no kizzy)
I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here
Just like her name was Weezy (Like Weezy)
They say I'm outta shape
So are my pockets, man this shit too breezy (on god)
She wan' massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl, come please me (Swear)
Bands for shopping, I hit up Alonzo, he got me away from Neiman (Where you at?)
Yeah, vibin' out right on the West (Top chef)
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit (Top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would've thought I was a swiper the way I use this Visa
Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with that Nina
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