MF TRIMM

(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

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 pole, no YSL playas
Hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit 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 this Nina (big trim)

Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (that muh'fuckin' trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed (That muh'fuckin' trim)

Shooters smokin' more than zip (That muh'fuckin' trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know about the deal (that muh'fuckin' trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (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 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 pole, no YSL playas
Hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit 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 this Nina (big trim)

Ain't no simp, boy you trim
Real big dog, ain't miss no mil
She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed
JR back from now they killing
The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
Can't even cap, I fuck with that boy, but hope I never need it (no kizzy)
I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here
Just like her name was Weezy (Like Weezy)
They say I'm outta shape
So are my pockets, man this shit too breezy (on god)

She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl come please me
Memphis shot, I 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 pole, no YSL playas
Hide your ho
Yeah, it's a habit 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 this Nina (big trim)