CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : MF TRIMM

(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 sh*t (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
B*t*h 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 motherf**ker trim)

F**k it, pop a pill, thirty, what it is (That motherf**ker trim)
Find out where he live, that Diamondback get kills (That motherf**ker trim)
Shooters smokin' morе than zip, Hellcat way past Kim (That motherf**ker trim)
Thеse n***as ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know 'bout the dip (That motherf**ker trim)
I want no Xans
F**k it, I want no friends
I just pa** 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 sh*t (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
B*t*h 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, I ain't missing no meals
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
The way I pop out with this sh*t on, man, this sh*t too easy (Too easy)
Can't even cap, f**k with that boy, but his help, I'll never need it (No kizzy)
I hit her pu**y, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy (Like Wheezy)
They say Armani straight sewn on my pockets, man, this sh*t too easy (On God)
She wan' ma**age 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 sh*t (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
B*t*h 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