Track name: TRIM (feat. Future)
Artist: Playboi Carti, Future
Album: I Am Music
Release Date: March 14, 2025
Genre: Hip-hop / Rap / Trap
Trim Playboi Carti Future Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Pluto, ha, uh-huh
Nah, for real
Time to take Pluto to harder Road
Yeah
Sound like some mixtape shit, for real
Gettin’ real spooky out here
The Marni letterman, the Hills like eighty
I’m rockin’ baguetti’s, you niggas is petty
You bitches is petty, I’m coming through ready
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 (I fuck)
I’m pushin’ this stick, got a star on the door
I got one of those, my bitch, she be calmer (Swamp Izzo)
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 and still and went got it
Just looked at 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 buggin’, I turn this shit back up (Got this shit fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
I been flyin’ outta China, just put on yo’ nose
I don’t need no stylist, 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 (Woah)
Chrome Heart accessory, ain’t have to explain (Woah)
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 (I got it, woah)
Trap with a rapper, she promise some game (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 (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)
(I bossed up)
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)
(Southside Atlanta, baby)
On Colorado shopping, goin’ to Aspen (Really I’m trim)
(Mr. Wolfgang himself)
I’m the richest nigga in my hood, it ain’t no bappin’ (Really I’m trim)
(Who fuckin’ with us? We the game five)
I’ma [blue?] up? (Ah), I’ma [blue?] up? (Ah)
Got two on ’em (Really I’m trim, ha)
Double-R (Double-R) double-R (Double-R)
Double-R (Double-R, really I’m trim)
I got your ho, she gon’ trim with the opp (Really I’m trim)
(Swamp Izzo)
Been on the ice, all my
Been on the ice, all the smoke
I got pints of [?] on the floor (On the floor, really I’m trim)
I’m havin’ sex on the jet, no couch (No couch)
She throw me cat, I pull a bag on the ho (Ah, really I’m trim)
(Swamp Izzo)
Had fifty hoes and choppers (We lap that shit up, really I’m trim)
Watch how I touch the floor (Go)
She know how to talk, let’s go (Go, go, 305)
Body like woah-woah (Trim, trim, trim, 5)
I stay diamond, go (5, really I’m trim)
[?], hold up (5)
[?] (Drop, really I’m trim)
Whip out this Hen, I whip out the woah (You know what the fuck this is? Really I’m trim)
I’m [?] like ebola (5)
Thirty-five hunnid a solider (5, really I’m trim)
North Face ski mask rollin’ (5)
We on the Santan’, molly (Really I’m trim)
Double-0-5, double-0-5, woah, put ’em on pause (Swamp Izzo)
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)
You got the whole motherfuckin’ world sayin’ trim
Swamp Izzo
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