LA Vibez lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
Woo, ha, ayyy
Hokatiwi
You did your thing on this b*tch
Woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Don't play, I'll send a bullet through your chest
She seen Amiris on my jeans, course she threw back
Used to be down bad, now I superflex
In Downtown L.A., like "Should I do the 'Vette?" (Skrrrrt)
Just tore Saks down, need a sponsorship (Tore it down)
Lil b*tch used to spin, now she on my di*k (Lil sl*t)
Hit the Runtz and flew up like a rocket ship
AirPods in, feet up while I politic
In L.A. makin plays like I'm Kawhi Leonard (Makin plays)
F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters (Fraud, fraud)
Her credit great, but she trippin sh*t, I might let her (sh*t)
I can't see you winning dude, like ever (Huh, like ever)
Foreign b*tch feed me pita bread and hummus (Woooo)
At the self scan, if the VISA bad, I'm runnin' (Ayy, ayy)
If I ain't at the mall, then I'm scammin something
Bro Handy Manny, yeah he got a hammer on him
b*tch f*ckin on a scammer, think she JT
Barack, I’m tryna f*ck around and drop a AP
The Glock like a punt return, ain't got no safety
RIP Kobe, see an opp, I'm droppin 80
Sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave (Surf)
I'll blow this b*tch mind, she seen what I make
Mean mugging in the function, brodie bring the K
Yeah this new bass fire, it's a VISA day
Told the opps when I see you, I'ma bust y'all
Told the b*tch I won't catch you if we trust fall
Real fetish over money, man I love fraud
I just f*cked up the gram when I upped dog
Woke up to this b*tch, like, "Damn, what happened?"
I'ma probably burn in hell, I done scammed her grandma
If I get her login, then her bands gon' vanish
Why you trippin over hoes? Need to practice balance
[Verse 2: NyNy]
Why you trippin' on that n*gga? He ain't even yours
I'm in L.A. with the vibes, f*ckin up the stores
n*gga, f*ck is you doin'? Open up my door
Bum n*gga think he winnin' f*ckin on a whore
Won't ever hear from me again, playin' with my money (Stupid)
These n*ggas broke as hell, pockets like my tummy
You ain't never stacked sh*t, make it last, dummy
NyNy ugly in the face, speak facts, dummy
I'm all about a bag yeah, I bet these b*tches know
He was playing the whole time, I ain't tripping though
Cute in real life, not in just lil videos
Pass the n*gga to Cu', call it pick and roll
In my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin
Own my own sh*t, never be for weak b*tches
I been going easy, yeah I'm finna treat b*tches
I ain't never needed friends I don't need b*tches