Lil Gotit – MF TRIMM (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Lil Gotit unveils the new music video for the “MF TRIMM” track co-produced by 808 Jayy, AyoJarii & West. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Lil Gotit Mf Trimm

Lil Gotit is still mourning the loss of his brother Lil Keed but the “She Know It” rapper is keeping Keed’s name alive in anyway that he can. This week, he slid through with his latest offering, “MF TRIMM,” which takes its title from a slang term that GotIt and Keed frequently used. GotIt tackles jangly bells and rattling 808s with ease, flexing his effortless flows with plenty of boastful bars, as he declares, “I’m with Keed.”

GotIt has truly come into his own since dropping Hood Baby in 2018. Last month, he dropped off his latest body of work, The Cheater including appearances from Lil Keed, Ty Dolla $ign, Big30, Toosii, and plenty of other artists.

Lil Gotit – MF TRIMM (prod. 808 Jayy, AyoJarii & West)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Vibin’ out right on the West)

[Chorus]
Vibin’ out right on the West
I can’t stop ’em from snatchin’ necks
Fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I’m ridin’ in a ‘Vette
Everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit
(Top chef)
I’m with Keed, yeah that pump know
YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin’ 1k on the coke
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would’ve thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa
Boy, don’t lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor
(That muhfucker trim)

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (That muhfucker trim)
Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed (That muhfucker trim)
Shooters smokin’ what this is, Hellcat [?] (That muhfucker trim)
You niggas ain’t havin’ foundation and they don’t even know about the deal (That muhfucker trim)
I want no Xans, fuck, I want no friends
I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain’t no coughin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Vibin’ out right on the West
I can’t stop ’em from snatchin’ necks
Fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I’m ridin’ in a ‘Vette
Everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit
(Top chef)
I’m with Keed, yeah that pump know
YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin’ 1k on the coke
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would’ve thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa
Boy, don’t lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor (Big trim)

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no simp, boy you trim
Real big dog, ain’t miss no mil
She bank on a shawty ’cause we get ’em killed
[?] pop nine, they killed
The way I pop out with the shit I’m in, this shit too easy
I can’t even cap, I fuck with that boy, but hope I never need it (No kizzy)
I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here just like her name was Wheezy (Like Wheezy)
[?] my pocket, man this shit too breezy (On god)
She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl come please me
Memphis shot, I hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni
(Where you at?)

[Chorus]
Vibin’ out right on the West (Top chef)
I can’t stop ’em from snatchin’ necks
Fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I’m ridin’ in a ‘Vette
Everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit
(Top chef)
I’m with Keed, yeah that pump know
YSL playas, hide your ho
Yeah, say havin’ 1k on the coke
Go do some numbers and bring in the load
Bitch would’ve thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa
Boy, don’t lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor