"COMIN TRIM'" lyrics

Kxvi, Doe Boy & adieu Lyrics

"COMIN TRIM'"

Oh, really?!
Goodbye forever
I love you, KXVI
Doe, doe, doe, Beezy
Uh, uh
Oh, really

Mama told me go to school
But I'd rather run the streets
All the baddies fuck with me
'Cause they know I'm coming P
'Cause they know I'm comin' trim
Bitches know I'm really him
Tell lil' baby come with me
Like my hoes to come in threes

Walk up in the club
You know we steppin' 'bout a hundred deep
Hundred niggas from the streets
We comin' with a gun apiece
All my niggas stuck with me
I dare you think 'bout touchin' me
Ghetto bitch that's from Atlanta
Hood hoe just like Bunna B

Nigga told me ask about him
I did, they said, "Who the fuck is he?"
Capital P
Kapital jeans
Five hundred on the Chrome Heart tee
This a ARP
I had a Glock in my LR jeans
Percocet, I'm a fuckin' fiend
I'm tryna see who sell RP's

Goyard or go home
Take a bitch to Carbone
Comme des Garçons
Left his Hellcat parked and now his car gone
My young nigga stealin' whips and drill some shit
Starvin' for a body
Tryna eat just like a pilgrim, bitch

Fuck with me, it's benefits
Baby, take this pill, get lit
Yeah, my jewelry cold
But come to my area
Niggas still get zipped
Fuck a XXL, them niggas ain't never put me on that list
I don't even wanna be on that bitch
Fuck y'all, suck my dick

Mama told me go to school
But I'd rather run the streets
All the baddies fuck with me
'Cause they know I'm coming P
'Cause they know I'm comin' trim
Bitches know I'm really him
Tell lil' baby come with me
Like my hoes to come in threes

Walk up in the club
You know we steppin' 'bout a hundred deep
Hundred niggas from the streets
We comin' with a gun apiece
All my niggas stuck with me
I dare you think 'bout touchin' me
Ghetto bitch that's from Atlanta
Hood hoe just like Bun B

Oh, really?!
Goodbye forever
I love you, KXVI
Doe, doe, doe, Beezy
Doe, doe, doe, Beeski
Oh, really?!

I'm the first rapper got the G-Shock hot
You ain't got guap, can't be my opp
All the bad hoes wanna be my thot
Rappers get shook when they see I dropped
Bow Wow type, wanna be like Mike
Real hard nigga, wanna be like Bryant
Go hit a lick, wanna be my slime
Hatin' on Beezy 'cause he got signed

Seven-foot nigga when I dotted that line
The sets droppin' them dimes
Bitch pull up, better give me that mop
I don't wanna talk 'bout your zodiac sign
I ain't ever met my pops
Thuggin' just like my moms
You ain't ever spread your opps
Nigga, you is not my kind

Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, fuck around, get robbed

Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my type
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not my kind
Nigga, you is not no slime
Nigga, you is not my kind


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