Music: Semaja Render/Tom Insana/Zachary James Sampson Martinez/Jyrian Antwon Blessit
(AyoJarii)
(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 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
***** 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 muh****er trim)
**** it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(That muh****er trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed
(That muh****er trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, HΠ΅llcat
(That muh****er trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't evΠ΅n know about the deal
(That muh****er trim)
I want no Xans, ****, I want no friends
I just paid these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin'
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
***** 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
Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Red big dog, ain't miss no mil
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
pop nine, they killed
Way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
I can't cap, I **** with that boy, but hope I never need it
I hit that *****, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy
my pocket, yeah this shit too breezy (Yeah)
I done blow out a on '22, couldn't shit on Reezy
Memphis shot, hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni
(Where you at?)
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 coke
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
***** 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