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Kill My Vibe
XXXTENTACION feat. Tom G Lyrics


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Yeah

Okay, kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah
Kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah

Smoking right, it don't lie
I been that nigga like this whole time
Alarm clock, nigga was sleep
'Til I iced my wrist and my charms up
Street shit, that's my genre
Sippin' this drank like Starbucks
'Less you sharin' them cookies, babe
What the fuck you got in this car for? We grown
I keep a secret, fuck it, send you back home to your people
My nigga's trappin', and swipin' the Visa
Stackin' and flippin' you know the procedure
Now he shakin' like a seizure
Say you ballin', but we don't believe you
Bought the champagne for achievement
Shoot the pistol, just give me a reason

Okay, kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah
Kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah

I'm so high, I'm so fly, I'm so lit
Man, my jeweler ice me like a game of freeze tag, and I'm it, ayy
Y'all niggas duck-duck-goose
Your bitch love me, and I love her too
She text me heart-eyes, and a tongue emoji
I bend it over, enjoyin' the moment
Then catch a flight
Hating on niggas like bugs, the crib full of pesticide
I'm gettin' extra racks, I rep the set for life, yeah, yeah
We got the streets on lock, eternal sleep for opps
Call me to pull up and and cock
V12s what we slide, yeah, they wanna kill a nigga vibe

Okay, kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah
Kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price

Okay, kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah
Kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
You gon' die, yeah, yeah
Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
Fuck the price, yeah, yeah

Overall Meaning

"Kill My Vibe" by XXXTENTACION feat. Tom G is a song about the struggle between maintaining a bad attitude versus getting rid of all negativity. The lyrics "kill my vibe" refer to ridding oneself of negative energy and people, while "you gon' die" is a warning to those who bring negative energy. The lines "Wrist on ice, ain't it nice? Fuck the price" suggest that the singer is wealthy, possibly from drug dealing, yet still values his tough image over flashy possessions.


The song expresses a sense of pride in being a street-wise rapper, as seen in the lines "Street shit, that's my genre" and "My nigga's trappin', and swipin' the Visa, stackin' and flippin' you know the procedure". The singer brags about how he keeps a secret and how he shoots a pistol at anyone who threatens him. The song also touches on themes of enjoying life's pleasures and living in the moment.


The song features a heavy trap beat and braggadocious lyrics. It showcases XXXTENTACION's raw and aggressive delivery style, while Tom G adds a gritty and streetwise element to the track.


Line by Line Meaning

Okay, kill my vibe, yeah, yeah
I'm warning you to not mess with me or ruin my mood


You gon' die, yeah, yeah
If you challenge me or disrespect me, you will face the consequences


Wrist on ice, ain't it nice?
I have a lot of expensive jewelry, which makes me feel good about myself


Fuck the price, yeah, yeah
I don't care how much money I spend on luxurious things because it's worth it to me


Smoking right, it don't lie
I smoke the best weed, and it makes me feel good


I been that nigga like this whole time
I have always been confident and cool


Alarm clock, nigga was sleep
I used to sleep on my potential, but now I am awake and pursuing my dreams


'Til I iced my wrist and my charms up
It wasn't until I got my expensive jewelry that I became more confident and successful


Street shit, that's my genre
I am a product of the streets, and it's reflected in my music and lifestyle


Sippin' this drank like Starbucks
I drink lean (a mixture of cough syrup and soda) like it's a regular beverage


'Less you sharin' them cookies, babe
I don't want to be associated with anyone who isn't going to help me succeed


What the fuck you got in this car for? We grown
I am questioning why someone who is supposedly an adult isn't contributing to my success


I keep a secret, fuck it, send you back home to your people
I can be trusted with personal information, but if you cross me, I'll make sure you never mess with me again


My nigga's trappin', and swipin' the Visa
My friends are hustlers and willing to do illegal things to make money


Stackin' and flippin' you know the procedure
We are making and saving money for our futures


Now he shakin' like a seizure
If someone messes with us, we will retaliate with violence


Say you ballin', but we don't believe you
People who brag about their wealth are usually lying


Bought the champagne for achievement
I only reward myself with expensive things when I achieve something significant


Shoot the pistol, just give me a reason
I am willing to use violence to defend myself and my friends


I'm so high, I'm so fly, I'm so lit
I am feeling great and very confident in myself


Man, my jeweler ice me like a game of freeze tag, and I'm it, ayy
My jeweler makes me look good with all the expensive jewelry he has sold me


Y'all niggas duck-duck-goose
I am better than my competition, and they are running away from me


Your bitch love me, and I love her too
I have a lot of women who are interested in me, and I take advantage of it


She text me heart-eyes, and a tongue emoji
My female admirers are very expressive and affectionate toward me


I bend it over, enjoyin' the moment
I have casual sex with women and don't care about their emotions or feelings


Then catch a flight
After hooking up with someone, I move on to the next conquest


Hating on niggas like bugs, the crib full of pesticide
I don't like people who talk bad about me, and I will do anything to get rid of them


I'm gettin' extra racks, I rep the set for life, yeah, yeah
I am making a lot of money and will represent my friends and lifestyle forever


We got the streets on lock, eternal sleep for opps
We control the streets and will punish anyone who goes against us


Call me to pull up and and cock
I am always ready to defend myself and my friends


V12s what we slide, yeah, they wanna kill a nigga vibe
We drive really expensive and luxurious cars, and people are envious of us and want to stop our success




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Lyon, Jahseh Onfroy, Jasper Sheff, John A. Rodriguez, Johnathan Cunningham, Marcello Valenzano, Ted Kay, Thomas Lorenzo Godbolt

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