lil gotit – mf trim* lyrics
[intro]
(ayojarii)
(vibin’ out right on the west)
[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn+tchin’ 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 sh+t
(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
b+tch 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 muhf+cker trim)
f+ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(that muhf+cker trim)
found out where he live, that diamondback get k!lled
(that muhf+cker trim)
shooters smokin’ what this is, hеllcat [?]
(that muhf+cker trim)
you n+ggas ain’t havin’ foundation and they don’t evеn know about the deal
(that muhf+cker trim)
[verse 1]
i want no xans, f+ck, i want no friends
i just paid these hoes to my brother, ain’t no coughin’
[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn+tchin’ 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 sh+t
(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
b+tch 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
[verse 2]
ain’t no simp, boy you trim
red big dog, ain’t miss no mil
she bank on a shawty ’cause we get ’em k!lled
[?] pop nine, they k!lled
way i pop out with the sh+t i’m in, this sh+t too easy
i can’t cap, i f+ck with that boy, but hope i never need it
i hit that p+ssy, then i get her out of here just like her name was wheezy
[?] my pocket, yeah this sh+t too breezy (yeah)
i done blow out a [?] on ’22, couldn’t sh+t on reezy
memphis shot, hit up her lung so he got me a wife+fi+ni+ni
(where you at?)
[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn+tchin’ 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 sh+t
(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
b+tch 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 muhf+cker trim)
f+ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(that muhf+cker trim)
found out where he live, that diamondback get k!lled
(that muhf+cker trim)
shooters smokin’ what this is, h+llcat [?]
(that muhf+cker trim)
you n+ggas ain’t havin’ foundation and they don’t even know about the deal
(that muhf+cker trim)
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