(Vibin' out right on the West)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
50 shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke
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 demeanor (that motherfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (that motherfucker trim)
Found out where he live
That diamondback get killed (that motherfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, Hellcat worth that kill (that motherfucker trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation
And they don't even know about the deal (that motherfucker trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (Yeah)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
50 shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke
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 demeanor (big trim)
Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Real big dog, I ain't miss no meals
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
JDR back pop nine, they killed
The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
I can't even cap, I fuck with that boy
But he hope I never need it (no kizzy)
I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here
Just like her name was Wheezy (like Wheezy)
They say how much, the search all my pocket, man this shit too breezy (on God)
She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl, come please me
Bands for shopping, I hit up Alonzo, he got me away from Neiman (where you at?)
Vibin' out right on the West (top chef)
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
50 shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef)
I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke
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 demeanor