[Lyric] Kill My Vibe (Dave from the Grave)

[Intro]
Aye, aye blur, skrt
You know what the fuck going on, we on that supertrap shit
24/7, 365 nigga ain't worried 'bout nun, you feel me
Best rapper alive, we still getting money, yeah

[Chorus]
Whole lotta shootas outside (broad day)
Kill you 'fore you kill my vibe (on grave)
Money comin' in from all sides
East side, West side and the North side (yeah)
Slide through the South side in the big ride (skrt)
Valentine's Day she wanna be mine
She sent me a heart I never replied
She want love that's sum I can't provide

[Verse]
Lil' bad ass bitch on my Instagram live told her twerk for the camera she shy
Said babygirl don't be shy, bitch from the rag talkin' bout, "she shy"
Asked if she gotta man, don't even lie
She was like yeah, but the nigga can't fight
Plus the fuck nigga don't fuck a riot
She say I know you just wanna fuck tonight
Wanna fuck me girl, gotta suck me right
Tryna take my cash, tryna suck me dry
I ain't going for that shit, thought she had me sike
Thought you was gettin' dick, bitch I had you hype
I ain't trippin on none, Ima keep this shit playin'
I hold my breath when love in the air
Wanna know how I feel? Just ask how I care
Nigga Cupid come here, he gon' die right here
[Chorus]
Whole lotta shootas outside (broad day)
Kill you 'fore you kill my vibe (on grave)
Money comin' in from all sides
East side, West side and the North side (yeah)
Slide through the South side in the big ride (skrt)
Valentine's Day she wanna be mine
She sent me a heart I never replied
She want love that's sum I can't provide

[Verse]
I'm too cold, that's something I can't deny
Give no fucks, got no reason to lie
I'm too high, bitch I believe I can fly
I can't cry, I just got sum in my eye
Ima real nigga, I don't run game like a lame
Ima tell you straight up what it is, what it ain't
Ima hustler, bitch I'm married to the game
Stop calling her phone when she ask for a ring
These hoes been acting weird ever since I got a name
Ain't gon' lie, still getting used to the fame
Ain't gon' lie, still getting used to the chains and the rings
Pullin' up on 'em in an all-black Range
Big-body shit takin' up two lanes
In the backseat sticked up, rolling up dank
Black tint, roll the window down that shit stank
Niggas mad 'cause I'm doing shit that they can't
[Chorus]
Whole lotta shootas outside (broad day)
Kill you 'fore you kill my vibe (on grave)
Money comin' in from all sides
East side, West side and the North side (yeah)
Slide through the South side in the big ride (skrt)
Valentine's Day she wanna be mine
She sent me a heart I never replied
She want love that's sum I can't provide