Travis Scott - Trim Lyrics

Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah
Pluto, uh-huh
Yeah
Sound like some mixtape shit, for real

[Verse 1: Future]
The Marni never here, the Hills like eighty
I'm rockin' baguettes, you niggas is petty
You bitches is petty, I'm coming through ready
I come with machetes, I'm cuttin' shit up
I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on 'em
Ready to spray on 'em, fuck on yo' ho (I fuck)
I'm pushin' this stick, got a star on the door
I got one of those, my bitch, she be calmer
She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'
She rockin' baguettes, she fuckin' with me
She rockin' new Kelly, I put on the jetty
I'm good on the fetti, my cash is steady
I get it geeked, it ain't nun' to be said
These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds
I cut the fetti, we still and went got it
Just looked at Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy
Walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I'm walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hundred
I got this shit buggin', I turn this shit back up
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
I been flyin' outta China, just put on yo' nose
I don't need no styler, I'm fresh outta Vogue
I bought a new mansion, it's just for the clothes
Break up a four, it's nun' to explain
Chrome Heart accessory, ain't have to explain
Call when you ready, ain't nun' to explain
How I boss bitches up, ain't have to explain
Cappin' these down, you will never be claimed
Trap with a rapper, she promise some game
I'm on some king shit, nigga too lame
Really I'm trim, just bought me a plane (I'm trim)
[Chorus: Future]
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, it ain't no bappin' (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, it ain't no bappin' (Really I'm trim)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Future]
Got my face in the cup all day, I'm sippin' off meds (Really I'm trim)
Got a ho in the backseat, all with a toque in the bed (Really I'm trim)
Put a M in a Rolls-Royce truck and the glass all black (Really I'm trim)
Switchin' my mag, catch a opp, Mad Max (Really I'm trim)
Uh, Percocet, expensive cash, I cannot relax (Really I'm trim)
We just grabbed this ho in the legs and got it to the side (Really I'm trim)
Uh, G6 got a nigga wildin', movin' like a wreck (Really I'm trim)
The opps got a wall with my face on, treat 'em like pets (Really I'm trim)
I stay with a blunt all the time, my life is a mess (Really I'm trim)
Bad lil' vibe, I put that lil' hoe in mesh (Really I'm trim)
Uh, she's in her prime, she hopped on the jet with the best (Really I'm trim)
Upside down logos all on my chest (Really I'm trim)
...