Trim Lyrics by Kid Ink
Can’t do trim
Pull up trim
Feel like him
Can’t do trim
One of one
Ain’t no twin
Not like them
Can’t do trim
Popping the tag and dropping the feet
This ain’t L, I got the lead
Shopping in Paris, fashion week
New LV, skateboard P
Only the shades is matching the feet
It’s only money inside of the bag
Next to the weed, next to the brab
Spoil my bitch, she wanted a badest
Out of the plastic
Cartier the wrist, scoring in the class
Loewe vape, side of the glasses
You see, this shit art, I’m just a canvas
Magnifique
Stepping on shit on beat
Leather is soft to the seat
I would have shipped it, ain’t take no pics
I just might have to repeat
Niggas don’t know what it is
I like the logo discreet
Just one thing to make it complete
Two, three chains on top of the tee
Can’t do trim
Pull up trim
Feel like him
Can’t do trim
One of one
Ain’t no twin
Not like them
Can’t do trim
(Can’t do)
(Trim)
(Can’t do)
Ain’t have to do it like that
We got the win
I see the W’s all in the chat
You know the facts
Repping the city on front of my hat
Pull up in something that’s made for the track
I like to drive, I’m sitting in back
Ain’t nothing new, man, I’m a vet
We in the room, ready to collect
I got a problem, I can confess
Stuff in the closet, shit doesn’t mess
I caught a body when I got dressed
RIP, Amen
Gatekeep
All you got to know is ain’t get it for cheap
Can’t do trim
Pull up trim
Feel like him
Can’t do trim
One of one
Ain’t no twin
Not like them
Can’t do trim
Can’t do trim
