Trim

Uh, 20 bands on him (on him), 50 bands on him (on him)

Hunnid bands on them

You speak them words, you gotta stand on them (gotta stay standin')

Walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon' always rep the brand, frrt)

These ho gon' fuck off face 'cause my shit trim

I'm tryna fuck her face 'cause I'm a pimp

Ain't here to conversate, you gotta strip

I fucked her with my .40 on the dresser

Yessir, do you love me? Yessir

Bitch, you better, yessir

Stack your cheese, yessir

Lotta cheddar, yessir

Fuck me better, yessir

Can you be my Cinderella? Yessir

Gotta drop them clothes, yessir

Gucci loafers, LV sandals (that's my shit, I'm poppin')

This bitch got more ass than I can handle (bitch, you know I pop it)

Preferrin' a Scorpio, but she a Cancer (fuck that shit, come pop it)

Take off, I'm tryna fly you from Atlanta (got 'em racks, I got it)

Completed, I got more cash than I can handle (got 'em racks, I got it)

Can't believe that you got more ass than you can handle

Put you on camera, I don't drink no more, so take a shot for me

I'ma drop the hammer, nail you to the cross, you feel it in your knee

Chain go bananas, shit hit like TV screen 'cause these VVS

Young nigga from 'Bama where the nigga be sellin' packs like DVDs

Bitch, I'm so trim

Yeah, yeah

Uh, 20 bands on him (on him), 50 bands on him (on him)

Hunnid bands on them (oh, that's a hunnid bands)

You speak them words, you gotta stand on them (lil' nigga, I overstand)

Walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon' always rep the brand, frrt)

These ho gon' fuck off face 'cause my shit trim (my shit trim)

I'm tryna fuck her face 'cause I'm a pimp (niggas ain't him)

Ain't here to conversate, you gotta strip (gotta strip)

I fucked her with my .40 on the dresser

Yessir, do you love me? Yessir

Bitch, you better, yessir

Stack your cheese, yessir

Lotta cheddar, yessir

Fuck me better, yessir

Can you be my Cinderella? Yessir

Gotta drop them clothes, yessir (uh-huh)

Rick Owen walkin' (walkin'), slick pimp talkin', pockets filled up, money fallin'

Pop out fresh to death, coffin, lil' bitch, you don't see this often (uh-uh)

E'rybody right here bosses

We go wherever whenever, when we get together, it's 20 hos tryna fuck all us

Might pick her up in the Specter, she thinkin' she special, I drop her off, I ain't gon' call her

I done pulled up in some shit like a 911, I hop out, look like I'm crawlin'

We in the spot, and it's lit, fine shit in the section, the whole clique already dogged

And I tell 'em, "If we all lit, it's better, we'd prolly have a ball"

Big Ski, who you know P like me? MOB 'til I D-I-E

Your main sleazy might get involved, then she end up in VIP (go)

And I'm trim seven days a week, so I'm him on and off IG

'Cause I been in a different league, play with M's, fuck is 20 G's? (Yeah, uh)

Uh, 20 bands on him (on him, yeah), 50 bands on him (on him, yeah)

Hunnid bands on them (oh, that's a hunnid bands)

You speak them words, you gotta stand on them (lil' nigga, I overstand)

Walk down with fire and rep the brand on him (gon' always rep the brand, frrt)

These ho gon' fuck off face 'cause my shit trim (my shit trim)

I'm tryna fuck her face 'cause I'm a pimp (niggas ain't him)

Ain't here to conversate, you gotta strip (gotta strip)

I fucked her with my .40 on the dresser

Yessir, do you love me? Yessir

Bitch, you better, yessir

Stack your cheese, yessir

Lotta cheddar, yessir

Fuck me better, yessir

Can you be my Cinderella? Yessir

Gotta drop them clothes, yessir