TRIM lyrics

[Intro: Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
Yeah, yeah
Pluto, haha, uh-huh
Nah, for real (Yeah)
Time to take Pluto to Herndon Road (Sound like some mixtape sh*t, for real)
sh*t gettin' real spooky out here

[Verse 1: Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
I'm rockin' baguetties, you n*ggas is petty
You b*tches is petty, I'm comin' correcty
I come with machetes, I'm cuttin' sh*t up (Yeah)
I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on 'em
Ready to spray on 'em, f*ck on yo' ho (Woah)
I'm pushin' the Spec', got the stars in the door
I got one of those, my b*tches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'
She rockin' baguetties, she f*ckin' with me
She rockin' new Kelly, I put her 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 n*ggas 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 zombies, I gotta be honest (Walkin' with zombies)
I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hundred
I got this sh*t bunkin', I turned it back up (Got this sh*t fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
The finer the China you put on your 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 b*tches up, it ain't nothin' to explain
Cappin' me down, you won't never be claimed (I got it, woah)
Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, woah)
I'm on some king sh*t, n*gga too lame (I got it, woah)
Really, I'm trim, just bought me a plane (Really, I'm trim)
[Chorus: Future & Swamp Izzo]
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap sh*t (Really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap sh*t (Really, I'm trim)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n*gga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim, I bossed her)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap sh*t (Really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap sh*t (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Mr. Walk Down himself, really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n*gga in my hood (Who f*ckin' with us?), ain't no bappin' (Renegade 5, really, I'm trim)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti, Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
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 go trim with the 0 (Really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Bendin' my opps I done— (Ah)
I'm bendin' my opps I done smoked (Ah)
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 put the bag on the ho (Ah, really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Half of these hoes are jokes (We lap that sh*t up, n*gga, 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 sh*t, 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 f*ck 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)
[Chorus: Future]
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap sh*t (Really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap sh*t (Really, I'm trim)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n*gga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim)

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
You got the whole motherf*ckin' world sayin' trim (Swamp Izzo)