Lil Zay Osama – Trim Lyrics

Lil Zay Osama – Trim Lyrics

(Damn, Draco, you made this?)
Uh (Glah, glah), gang (Gang)
Gang (On fonem, you hear me?)
Glah (Glah), glah (Glah), glah (Glah)
On fonem (On fonem)
Gang (Gang), gang (Gang, uh)

 Bitch, I’m him, I ain’t them
Fresh as fuck, I pop out trim (Phew, pop out)
I just bought my hood bitch a Skully (Murder, murder, bitch)
My bitch look like she got ass shots, she like, “Nah, bae, that’s for gym”
Beige Amiri jeans, folks say I rock the white one, know I’ma take a chim (No, I’ma take a chim, ayy)
Yeah, slidin’ down Cali in them straights, how the fuck I scrape the rim?
Opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (Come here)
Yeah, I know shot me, I bet y’all I won’t see his face again (Bitch ass nigga)
I’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know I’ma change the VIN (Skrrt)
Boss shit, I won’t stick my dick in if I smell her (Stank bitch)
Me and foenem high speeds every time, we fuckin’ twelve up (Fuckin’ twelve up)
Lil’ bro ‘n ’em just died, you worried ’bout hoes, I’m tryna nail some’ (Come here)
Niggas a do that crime and start cryin’, they ’bout to tell some’ (Bitch ass nigga)
Spent two buildings on my Pendant, that don’t include the Cuban (Gang, gang)
Room full of bitches, I fucked ’em all, know wonder I’m pullin’ (On God)
Nigga, like you start acting boofin’ (Goofy ass nigga), head over hills for that lil’ poochie
All these bitches fuckin’, if you cuff Neal, then nigga, you stupid (Gang, don’t do it)

 Bitch, I’m him, I ain’t them
Fresh as fuck, I pop out trim
I just bought my hood bitch a Skully (Phew)
My bitch look like she got ass shots (Come on here), she like, “Nah, bae, that’s for gym” (Gang)
Beige Amiri jeans, folks say I rock the white one, know I’ma take a chim (Uh-huh, on fonem grave)
Yeah, flyin’ down Cali in them straights, how the fuck I scrape the rim? (Skrrt)
Opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (Come here)
Yeah, I know shot me, I bet y’all I won’t see his face again (Won’t see it again, gang, gang)
I’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know I’ma change the VIN

 B-b-bitch, I’m him, so many hoes feel like a pimp
We doin’ murders, no attempts (No attempts)
We catch the opps, we killin’ ’em (We killin’ em)
Bitch, I’m shinin’ like my wrist (Uh), you reach for mines, boy, that’s a risk
I’m the pole and you the fish, you reel ’em in, then get ’em dished (Yeah)
Yeah, spin, do that shit again, I feel him moving his top
Like bartends, we givin’ out them shots
S-s-shooting opps, close it with FNs
T-t-thirty’s and them chops, we like Black Ops
Shootin’ shit like Call Of Duty, ballin’ like it’s black top
W-w-who is them? She don’t know (Huh)
Bitch, I’m him, I-I-I got (Huh) Forgis on my rims (Yeah)
She got a ass like she killin’ (Uh-huh)
She bend it over ’cause I’m him (She bend it over, she bend it over)
She gon’ do it ’cause I’m Ned, I got nine while you got nexts (While you got nexts)
Bitch, I’m him, I ain’t them
Fresh as fuck, I pop out trim
I just bought my hood bitch a Skully (Phew)
My bitch look like she got ass shots (Come on here), she like, “Nah, bae, that’s for gym” (Gang, gang, glah, glah)
Beige Amiri jeans, folks say I rock the white one, know I’ma take a chim (On fonem grave)
Yeah, slidin’ down Cali in them straights, how the fuck I scrape the rim? (Skrrt)
Opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (Come here)
Yeah, I know shot me, I bet y’all I won’t see his face again (Gang, gang, gang)
I’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know I’ma change the VIN (Huh)