"MF TRIMM" lyrics
(AyoJarii)
(Vibin' out right on the West)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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 muhfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(That muhfucker trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed
(That muhfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, Hellcat [?]
(That muhfucker trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know about the deal
(That muhfucker trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just paid these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin'
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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
Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Red big dog, ain't miss no mil
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
[?] pop nine, they killed
Way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
I can't cap, I fuck with that boy, but hope I never need it
I hit that pussy, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy
[?] my pocket, yeah this shit too breezy (Yeah)
I done blow out a [?] on '22, couldn't shit on Reezy
Memphis shot, hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni
(Where you at?)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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 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
(Vibin' out right on the West)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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 muhfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(That muhfucker trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed
(That muhfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, Hellcat [?]
(That muhfucker trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know about the deal
(That muhfucker trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just paid these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin'
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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
Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Red big dog, ain't miss no mil
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
[?] pop nine, they killed
Way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
I can't cap, I fuck with that boy, but hope I never need it
I hit that pussy, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy
[?] my pocket, yeah this shit too breezy (Yeah)
I done blow out a [?] on '22, couldn't shit on Reezy
Memphis shot, hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni
(Where you at?)
Vibin' out right on the West
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Everyday, 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 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
Writer(s): Semaja Z. Render, Zachary James Sampson Martinez, Jyrian Antwon Blessitt, Thomas Insana
