[Intro: Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
Yeah, yeah
Pluto, haha, uh-huh
Nah, for real (Yeah)
Time to take Pluto to Herndon Road (Sound like some mixtape shit, for real)
Shit gettin' real spooky out here

[Verse 1: Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
I'm rockin' baguetties, you n***as is petty
You bitches is petty, I'm comin' correcty
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 (Woah)
I'm pushin' the Spec', got the stars in the door
I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'
She rockin' baguetties, she fuckin' with me
She rockin' new Kelly, I put her on the jetty
I'm good on the fetty, my cash is steady
I get it geeked, it ain't nothin' to be said
These n***as be goofy, they look like the feds
I couldn't fit it and still and went got it
Just look at the Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy (Swamp Izzo)
Walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I'm walkin' with zombies, I gotta be honest (Walkin' with zombies)
I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hundred
I got this shit bunkin', I turned it back up (Got this shit fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
The finer the China you put on your nose
I don't need no stylist, I'm front of the Vogue
I bought a new mansion, it's just for the clothes
Break up a four, it's nothin' to explain (Woah)
Chrome Heart accessory, ain't have to explain (Woah)
Call when you ready, ain't nun' to explain
I done bossed bitches up, it ain't nothin' to explain
Cappin' me down, you won't never be claimed (I got it, woah)
Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, woah)
I'm on some king shit, n***a too lame (I got it, woah)
Really, I'm trim, just bought me a plane (Really, I'm trim)
[Chorus: Future & 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)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n***a in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim, I bossed her)
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 (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Mr. Walk Down himself, really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n***a in my hood (Who fuckin' with us?), ain't no bappin' (Renegade 5, really, I'm trim)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti, Future & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I'ma blow up (Ah), I'ma blow up (Ah)
Got two on 'em (Really, I'm trim, ha)
Double-0 (Double-0) double-0 (Double-0)
Double-0 (Double-0, really, I'm trim)
I got your ho, she go trim with the 0 (Really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Bendin' my opps I done— (Ah)
I'm bendin' my opps I done smoked (Ah)
I got pints of the fent' on the floor (On the floor, really, I'm trim)
I'm havin' sex on the jet, no coach (No coach)
She throw me cat, I put the bag on the ho (Ah, really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Half of these hoes are jokes (We lap that shit up, n***a, really, I'm trim)
Watch how I touch the floor (Go, go)
She know how to talk, let's go (Go, 5)
Body like woah-woah (Trim, trim, trim, 5)
I stay diamond, go (5, really, I'm trim)
I'm in that wide shit, hold up (5)
I'm in that wide (5, really, I'm trim, 5)
I whip out this Hen, I whip out the woah (You know what the fuck this is?, really, I'm trim)
Carti on trim like ebola (5)
Thirty-five hunnid a soldier (5, really, I'm trim)
North Face ski mask rollin' (5)
I'm on that, santan', molly (Really, I'm trim), lookin' like Doja (5)
Double-0-5, double-0-5 (Swamp Izzo), woah, put 'em on a poster (Really, I'm trim, 5)
[Chorus: Future]
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)
I'm Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest n***a in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim)

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
You got the whole motherfuckin' world sayin' trim (Swamp Izzo)