Trim* Future (Ft. Playboi Carti)

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)