"Trimati" lyrics
"Trimati"
I can tell by looking in your eyes
There is something on your mind
I can't call myself the biggest 'til I outsell ?
Slay this bitch up on the weekend, I'm putting dick on my neighbor
Seven digit code on a zip with no label
I cut off everybody, they ain't built for this table
I'm so trimothy, she know I'm himothy
I'm in Hard Rock, I done lost seven G's
I'm so prosthetic, these niggas can't fuck with me
I keep her functional, she tryna fuck with me
I'm just taking care of her, I let her push her P
My ho ain't sparing nothing, she let these bitches eat
I was all in the streets tryna stack a ten a week
It's 'bout four weeks in a month, nigga, that's forty G's
Oh, they forgot about me, how I was really popping
In a Panamera Porsche 50 racks in Gucci rockin'
I ain't even new to shopping
They think I'm hating on a nigga, but I ain't pursuing the topic
I'm balling like Paul George
They want me to fall short
I'm coming all for it, Rocky passed me the torch
And I been sipping on this ooh
You know how many shots can come out this roof 'bout me?
Check my catalog, there go your proof
I'm so trimothy, she know I'm himothy
I'm in Hard Rock, I done lost seven G's
I'm so prosthetic, these niggas can't fuck with me
I keep her functional, she tryna fuck with me
I'm just taking care of her, I let her push her P
My ho ain't sparing nothing, she let these bitches eat
I was all in the streets tryna stack a ten a week
It's 'bout four weeks in a month, nigga, that's forty G's
Do I? I do
Do I? Man, fuck what you do
You know that
And I'm always with you, yeah
Yeah, smoking on a nigga they call opps
But these niggas ain't the one really dropped him
They laughing 'cause I rock my dreads like rastas
You want these white folks money? Fix your posture
I'm so trimothy, she know I'm himothy
I'm in Hard Rock, I done lost seven G's
I'm so prosthetic, these niggas can't fuck with me
I keep her functional, she tryna fuck with me
I'm just taking care of her, I let her push her P
My ho ain't sparing nothing, she let these bitches eat
I was all in the streets tryna stack a ten a week
It's 'bout four weeks in a month, nigga, that's forty G's
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