KMV ft. TreToldEm Lyrics

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Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe

Walk in this bitch with a brand new stick got kung fu grip

She like how many real niggas up in this whip I don't know just take your lick

These young niggas keep reaching for my cup I don't even know how to split that sip

Fill my home with a few bad hoes don't call my phone they'll rate your drip

I ain't learn shit from my daddy cause I know how to get paid

Ay yo hood is super sweet we build a stand like lemonade

Got a whip like yesterday it throw a tantrum act it's age

Man that pack in the mail we had to split it in 6 ways

Need to get that weight up off you know I get it out today

ToldEm lurkin in yo bitch

ToldEm tell her what to say

ToldEm lurkin in the woods

No he scared to show his face

Never felt misunderstood

Need that paper no delay yeah

Hey mamasita

Keep putting that ass up on me

Got hoes from BR to DR

In my suite just fucking on me

Got a 4 4 on my waist right for niggas plotting on me

I'm in my zone I'm in my vibe so don't you stop it homie

TreToldEm

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Niggas talk crazy don't let me shit faze we just start blazing

I don't be taking no shit from none of these niggas that's how my grandma raised me

Niggas ain't really all that and that's just facts they getting to your head with this glazing

All I really need is these blue faces so many zeroes on my last statement hater

Nigga just face it so impatient ain't got time for none of these hoes

Hit that hoe with the pick and roll

Pass her off with the give n go

These niggas just slow man I don't know

Is this all you boys got to show

Ya boy too cold just might be froze go head and turn the heat up some more

Yeah I ain't too worried I'm cheffin like Curry you boys better hurry we'll leave you behind

Ain't no other version of lyrical murder you can keep searching and wasting yo time

Fuck around and get hurt if you ain't to certain you can put in this work with one of my kind

One thing for certain I'm a little too perfect you may be cursed boy we too sublime

You failing but you trying

You can't hang with the guys

You can't hang with the kind

You niggas must be blind

I ain't too hard to find

Boy open up your eyes

You looking for a sign

Gon hang it up it's fine

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)

Don't let them kill my vibe

Don't let them kill my vibe (I won't let em do it)