"Trim" lyrics
Cootie & Anti Da Menace Lyrics
(6lement)
Walk around Cuban link, different face chain color like tie dye (Ice)
Shittin' on bitch any type of way, putting on that Prada (Drip)
Hellcat, two door coupe, all white, bitch, let's ride out (We're gone)
Audemar do cha-cha, all praise, shout out my Allah (Amen)
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim (Woah)
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim (On trim)
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym (At all)
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
BB's got the neck frozen, Hellcat, drive it like it's stolen
Big racks got the pockets pokin', wrist glowin', iced out, snowing
Been the shit, my resume show it
Make a bag, spend a bag, blow it
House of weed, niggas think we grow it
Backends so big, can't even fold it
With my dog like his name Snoopy, that boy shoot, then I'm gon' shoot
All that barking, get to sparkin', I'ma make sure he can't woof
Bitch get mad, I beat my chest, I'm a gorilla in that zoo
Tell that boy, "Don't wipe no vest", I hit his neck and then he through
Hellcat, push start, vroom
Do the dash, I'm gone, zoom
Big crib, backyard, pool
Backwood, straight gas, moon
Big shells, eat 'em up, spoon
Get money, all I count is blue
Bitches on me, fuck 'em by the two
Real trappin', not these other dudes
When you see me on
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
I might go Givenchy, SRT, might not never buy no Bentley
Everybody 'round me steppin', tryna get them out them trenches
Just stayed down and sold them 'bows, before the rap, my wrist was froze
Switch'll blow right through our door, if bitches snort just let me now
Niggas in my way, they need to move
When I hit the club, them bitches choose
Got a stick that's longer than a broom
Done so good, they think I'm servin' shrooms
Junkies high, you can smell the fumes
How I know? I'm stuck in the room
Take to hit them janks, can't even move
I'm so up right now with the moves
Wicked Weser, I got better, this so cold, I need a sweater
Broke the record, stepped on every opp', I think I need a medal
Roof-roof, that's that choppa comin' through
Why they mad I'm in bag? Lil' bitch, I popped up out the blue, blaow
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
Walk around Cuban link, different face chain color like tie dye (Ice)
Shittin' on bitch any type of way, putting on that Prada (Drip)
Hellcat, two door coupe, all white, bitch, let's ride out (We're gone)
Audemar do cha-cha, all praise, shout out my Allah (Amen)
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim (Woah)
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim (On trim)
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym (At all)
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
BB's got the neck frozen, Hellcat, drive it like it's stolen
Big racks got the pockets pokin', wrist glowin', iced out, snowing
Been the shit, my resume show it
Make a bag, spend a bag, blow it
House of weed, niggas think we grow it
Backends so big, can't even fold it
With my dog like his name Snoopy, that boy shoot, then I'm gon' shoot
All that barking, get to sparkin', I'ma make sure he can't woof
Bitch get mad, I beat my chest, I'm a gorilla in that zoo
Tell that boy, "Don't wipe no vest", I hit his neck and then he through
Hellcat, push start, vroom
Do the dash, I'm gone, zoom
Big crib, backyard, pool
Backwood, straight gas, moon
Big shells, eat 'em up, spoon
Get money, all I count is blue
Bitches on me, fuck 'em by the two
Real trappin', not these other dudes
When you see me on
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
I might go Givenchy, SRT, might not never buy no Bentley
Everybody 'round me steppin', tryna get them out them trenches
Just stayed down and sold them 'bows, before the rap, my wrist was froze
Switch'll blow right through our door, if bitches snort just let me now
Niggas in my way, they need to move
When I hit the club, them bitches choose
Got a stick that's longer than a broom
Done so good, they think I'm servin' shrooms
Junkies high, you can smell the fumes
How I know? I'm stuck in the room
Take to hit them janks, can't even move
I'm so up right now with the moves
Wicked Weser, I got better, this so cold, I need a sweater
Broke the record, stepped on every opp', I think I need a medal
Roof-roof, that's that choppa comin' through
Why they mad I'm in bag? Lil' bitch, I popped up out the blue, blaow
Yeah, the fit, coming on trim
Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim
My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym
Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs
