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(Vibin' out right on the West)

[Chorus]
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 my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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 muhfucker trim)

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (That muhfucker trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed (That muhfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, Hеllcat (That muhfucker trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't evеn know about the deal (That muhfucker trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (Yeah)

[Chorus]
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 my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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)

[Verse 2]
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
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 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)
my pocket, man this shit too breezy (On god)
She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl come please me
Memphis shot, I hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni
(Where you at?)

[Chorus]
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 my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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