MF TRIMM

(Vibin' out right on the West) Vibin' out right on the West I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks 50 shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this VISA Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor (that motherfucker trim) Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (that motherfucker trim) Found out where he live That diamondback get killed (that motherfucker trim) Shooters smokin' what this is, Hellcat worth that kill (that motherfucker trim) You niggas ain't havin' foundation And they don't even know about the deal (that motherfucker trim) I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (Yeah) Vibin' out right on the West I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks 50 shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this VISA Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor (big trim) Ain't no simp, boy you trim Real big dog, I ain't miss no meals She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed JDR back pop nine, they killed The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy I can't even cap, I fuck with that boy But he hope I never need it (no kizzy) I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here Just like her name was Wheezy (like Wheezy) They say how much, the search all my pocket, man this shit too breezy (on God) She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl, come please me Bands for shopping, I hit up Alonzo, he got me away from Neiman (where you at?) Vibin' out right on the West (top chef) I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks 50 shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Every day, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah, that pump know YSL playas, hide your ho Yeah, say havin' 1K on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this VISA Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor