Vibes At The Ritz Lyrics

Growing up swear I had more goals than Mbappe did

These nigga cappin' on they head I should pop they lid

Chain on, feel like diarrhea way I pop my shit

You shouldn't even get a girl with the urge to pop yo' bitch

I just got a new bitch I put a bitch on it

She said I really broke her heart put some Vick's on it

She ain't even got the treat he tryna trick on it

I been smokin' on some Ray Lewis it hit don't it

I got the ball in my court nigga check up

It was contour in the glock, we'll pat you from the neck up

But we'll rob you from the neck down

Forty nine packs I'll toss it like a check down

Yea on baby I just hit a thick bitch, it was a let down

She just told me she don't suck dick, she giving head now

I don't really like to loaf nigga, I'm getting bread now

It's like these niggas never grew up, what's in yo head now?

I think I need some new tracks for my train of thought

Ain't no loyal women nowadays, you better train a thot

I been cookin' heat dawg, I'm boutta break the pot

I just took a bitch to za land, that's my favorite spot

Don't ever let a hoe try yo' pride, it's okay to block

It's getting harder to sleep, I need a eight of wock

Why you splurging' for some- damn fuck

Why you splurging for some pussy nigga? you boutta pay the block

I don't even want the cookies nigga, if it ain't chewy

I was never really a family guy, plotting like I'm Stewie

Please excuse me for my french dawg, oui

Just bent a bitch over for thirty minutes she saying oui

I know the doctor take the pain away, where's True Leaf

We ain't smoking on fugazi nigga, this true leaf

I ain't fuckin' with these dirty niggas, I turned a new leaf

Now my brothers getting paper in, we call it loose leaf

Growing up swear I had more goals than Mbappe did

These nigga cappin' on they head I should pop they lid

Chain on, feel like diarrhea way I pop my shit

You shouldn't even get a girl with the urge to pop yo' bitch

I just got a new bitch I put a bitch on it

She said I really broke her heart put some Vick's on it

She ain't even got the treat he tryna trick on it

I been smokin' on some Ray Lewis it hit don't it

Nobel, I should win a prize for this shit

We at the hotel, I'm with all the vibes at the Ritz

She cooking rotel, but I might creampie up in her shit

I told her "Oh well", I ain't never lie just to hit

I told 'em mask up, if they tryna slide they gotta ask us

City girl, ouu I wish my hoe would try to act up

Brotherhood, who the fuck was really tryna bash us?

Enemies, I don't even think I really have one

Freak bitch, I already fucked her in the coupe

She tryna eat dick I ain't even think she had a tooth

We riding heatless, I'ma keep the AC up on two

You better see this, say it now I got the toughest crew

Nigga bricked up, I ain't even talking bout my draws

This a stick up, gimme everything that's in yo' wallet

Ouu he bitched up when he seen the beam at his car

Put your wrist up, he got all his shit from the mall

Growing up swear I had more goals than Mbappe did

These nigga cappin' on they head I should pop they lid

Chain on, feel like diarrhea way I pop my shit

You shouldn't even get a girl with the urge to pop yo' bitch

I just got a new bitch I put a bitch on it

She said I really broke her heart put some Vick's on it

She ain't even got the treat he tryna trick on it

I been smokin' on some Ray Lewis it hit don't it