Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Put it up, haha, uh-huh
Nah, for real (Yeah)
Time to take Pluto to Herman Road (Sound like some mixtape shit, for real)
Shit gettin’ real spooky out here
The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
I’m rockin’ baguetties, you niggas is petty
You bitches is petty, I’m comin’ correcty
I come with machetes, I’m cuttin’ shit up (Yeah)
I feel the betrayal, I’m ready to lay on ’em
Ready to spray on ’em, fuck on yo’ ho (Woah)
I’m pushin’ the Spec’, got the stars in the door
I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
She feelin’ my presence, I put on a presi’
She rockin’ baguetties, she fuckin’ with me
She rockin’ new Kelly, I put on the jetty
I’m good on the fetty, my cash is steady
I get it geeked, it ain’t nothin’ to be said
These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds
I couldn’t fit it and still and went got it
Just look at the Bugattis, I’m goin’ too crazy (Swamp Izzo)
Walkin’ with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I’m walkin’ with Xannies, I gotta be honest (Walkin’ with Xannies)
I’m keepin’ it a thousand, it’s over a hundred
I got this shit bunkin’, I turned it back up (Got this shit fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
The finer the China you put on yo’ nose
I don’t need no stylist, I’m front of the Vogue
I bought a new mansion, it’s just for the clothes
Break up a four, it’s nothin’ to explain (Woah)
Chrome Heart accessory, ain’t have to explain (Woah)
Call when you ready, ain’t nun’ to explain
I done bossed bitches up, it ain’t nothin’ to explain
Can’t put me down, you will never be claimed (I got it, woah)
Shawty been reppin’, she promise she gang (I got it, woah)
I’m on some king shit, nigga too lame (I got it, woah)
Really I’m trim, just bought me a plane (Really I’m trim)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I’m trim)
I’m a real one, I can’t never be on no rap shit (Really, I’m trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin’ to Aspen (Really, I’m trim)
I’m the richest nigga in my hood, ain’t no bappin’ (Really I’m trim, I bossed her)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I’m trim)
I’m a real one, I can’t never be on no rap shit (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I’m trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin’ to Aspen (Mr. Bust Down himself, really, I’m trim)
I’m the richest nigga in my hood (Who fuckin’ with us?), ain’t no bappin’ (Renegade 5, really, I’m trim)
I’ma blow up (Ah), I’ma blow up (Ah)
Got two on ’em (Really I’m trim, ha)
Double-0 (Double-0) double-0 (Double-0)
Double-0 (Double-0, really, I’m trim)
I got your ho, she gon’ trim with the opp (Really, I’m trim, Swamp Izzo)
Bendin’ my opps I done…
I’m bendin’ my opps I done smoked
I got pints of the fent’ on the floor (On the floor, really I’m trim)
I’m havin’ sex on the jet, no coach (No coach)
She throw me cat, I pull a bag on the ho (Ah, really, I’m trim, Swamp Izzo)
Half of these hoes are jokes (We lap that shit up, nigga, really, I’m trim)
Watch how I touch the floor (Go, go)
She know how to talk, let’s go (Go, 5)
Body like woah-woah (Trim, trim, trim, 5)
I stay diamond, go (5, really I’m trim)
I’m in that wide shit, hold up (5)
I’m in that wide (5, really, I’m trim, 5)
I whip out this Hen, I whip out the woah (You know what the fuck this is?, really, I’m trim)
Carti on trim like ebola (5)
Thirty-five hunnid a soldier (5, really, I’m trim)
North Face ski mask rollin’ (5)
I’m on that, Santan’, molly (Really, I’m trim), lookin’ like doja (5)
Double-0-5, double-0-5 (Swamp Izzo), woah, put ’em on a poster (Really, I’m trim, 5)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I’m trim)
I’m a real one, I can’t never be on no rap shit (Really, I’m trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin’ to Aspen (Really, I’m trim)
I’m the richest nigga in my hood, ain’t no bappin’ (Really, I’m trim)
You got the whole motherfuckin’ world sayin’ trim
Swamp Izzo
