Lil Gotit Mf Trimm Lyrics

[Intro]
(Vibin' out right on the West)

[Chorus]
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 pump know
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 demeanor
(That muhf*cker trim)
[Verse 1]
f*ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (That muhf*cker trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed (That muhf*cker trim)
Shooters smokin' what this is, Hеllcat [?] (That muhf*cker trim)
You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't evеn know about the deal (That muhf*cker trim)
I want no Xans, f*ck, I want no friends
I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (Yeah)

[Chorus]
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 pump know
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 demeanor (Big trim)

[Verse 2]
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
[?] pop nine, they killed
The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy
I can't even cap, I f*ck with that boy, but hope I never need it (No kizzy)
I hit her p*ssy, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy (Like Wheezy)
[?] my pocket, 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?)
[Chorus]
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 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 pump know
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 demeanor