Trim Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hahaha) Yeah, woah, yeah (Woah, yeah) [Verse] Four lines in my Fanta They say it's worse than cancer Slimy green bandana My twin stay in Atlanta These real tattoos no henna My bitch bad, got henna My car fast as fuck, no rental That boy acting, Jared Leto That boy capping, we gon get him My gun keep clapping, round of applause for you Keep lead like a pencil You want smoke, we'll bring out all the guys for you Twin, I'm gon die for you Twin, I'm gon slide for you Benz, burning tires, rubber My bro, he a slimy fucker Ball hog on my black trucker Told hoe just suck dick, won't hug her You know we come trim, yeah Hedi Slimane, Dior runners Hitting on this hoe, yeah She want me, and my brother We some codiene lovers, yeah Keep my cutter, yeah Draco talk, might hit you brother, yeah You want to box, we don't box Shoot this chop, smoke good Za Exotic shit, got me popped We get guap, got bad bitches on a yacht Please don't play with us, we'll put your dumbass on Fox You don't got no guap, then shut the fuck up, we can't talk Fat ass bankroll stuffed in my skinny jeans, I can't even walk Call my twin, let's pour some drop Call my twin, drop bands on ya Wake up in the morning like damn, I need some wok I been balling hard for four seasons, bitch, check the clock Russian cream or grape woods, I just hit my ock Twin all in the field with sticks, like his ass play lacrosse Yeah, bullets get to clapping round of applause Had to tell that bitch ain't no hoe in me, I'm big dog