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