Lil Gotit - MF TRIMM lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Gotit - MF TRIMM lyrics]
(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 tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina
(That motherfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, thirty, what it is
(That motherfucker trim)
Find out where he live
That Diamondback get kills
(That motherfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' morе than zip
Hellcat way past Kim
(That motherfucker trim)
Thеse niggas ain't havin'
Foundation and they
Don't even know 'bout the dip
(That motherfucker trim) i want no Xans
Fuck it, I want no friends
I just pass these hoes to my brothers
Ain't no cuffin' (yeah)
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 tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina
(Big trim)
Ain't no simp, boy, you trim
Real big dog, I ain't missing no meals
She bank on a shawty 'cause
We get 'em killed baby, I'm not
The way I pop out with this shit on, man
This shit too easy (Too easy)
Can't even cap, fuck with that
Boy, but his help, i'll 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 Armani straight sewn
On my pockets, man, this shit too easy
(On God) she wan' massage for a
Crocodile Birkin, baby girl, come please me
(Swear) bands for shopping, I hit up Alonzo
He got me away from Neiman (Where you at?)
Yeah, vibin' out right on the West
(Top chef)
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina
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 tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina
(That motherfucker trim)
Fuck it, pop a pill, thirty, what it is
(That motherfucker trim)
Find out where he live
That Diamondback get kills
(That motherfucker trim)
Shooters smokin' morе than zip
Hellcat way past Kim
(That motherfucker trim)
Thеse niggas ain't havin'
Foundation and they
Don't even know 'bout the dip
(That motherfucker trim) i want no Xans
Fuck it, I want no friends
I just pass these hoes to my brothers
Ain't no cuffin' (yeah)
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 tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina
(Big trim)
Ain't no simp, boy, you trim
Real big dog, I ain't missing no meals
She bank on a shawty 'cause
We get 'em killed baby, I'm not
The way I pop out with this shit on, man
This shit too easy (Too easy)
Can't even cap, fuck with that
Boy, but his help, i'll 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 Armani straight sewn
On my pockets, man, this shit too easy
(On God) she wan' massage for a
Crocodile Birkin, baby girl, come please me
(Swear) bands for shopping, I hit up Alonzo
He got me away from Neiman (Where you at?)
Yeah, vibin' out right on the West
(Top chef)
I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks
Fifty shots gon' touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn tires
I'm ridin' in a 'Vette
Every day, it's a different fit
That forty fit and I came from shit
(Top chef) i'm with Keed, yeah, that pope
Know YSL players, hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit, 1K on a coat
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 that Nina