Trimmer

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Bitch, i'm fresh up out the trap, got residue on all my fingers

Got a voice like Jodeci, know he gone tell, that boy a singer

Just took a **** bitch O.T

I wrote his page and told 'em thank ya

****, you better watch how you movin', I got it on me

Armed and dangerous

Mr. hop out with that switch and run ya down, give jit a spankin'

Soon as that fuck **** get down the road and hop off the bus

Them boys gone shake 'em

All I love is guns, and you know i'm fucked up 'bout them drugs

Spend a dub everytime I re-up, ****, I ain't going back where I was

**** ain't beat that case, he lying

I know you told, bitch, you the fuzz

**** wanna ride the wave so bad

They'll get on they knees to catch a buzz

This shit come trim as hell, and I jumped off the porch wit this shit in me

Gotta choose between her and her friend then fuck it, I ain't pickin'

All this shit came off the scale and i'll blow it, I ain't stingy

All that spinnin' I did with twin'nem i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

(Uh, Aye) i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

All that spinnin' I did with twin'nem i'm suprised I ain't dizzy

I up the score everytime a **** swing

I send a blitz like John Madden but, this shit ain't a game

That 60 M17 fuck up a **** frame

Put one of these fuck **** on ice but

I ain't with Johnny Dang (Uh)

Aye, all this motion got 'em lookin' brazy

Baby, that **** ain't havin' nothin'

He need a job, go sign 'em up, he better off slavin'

Ran up 100, told ma dukes we made it

I 'member tryna get off my dime

Prayin' for a plug to come and save me

She tryna eat me, love a **** fragrance

I got the trap swingin', harder than a bitch

You would think I had crack in the 80's

Off the (?) i'm feelin' jaded

When I ain't on point, i'm still on point

Don't play with me, you must be fuckin' brazy

I lost it all and went and got it back

I left a bitch, **** say he took and just for that

I went and got her back

Ran out of rubber bands, so I left it loose

I'm tryna figure out why these fuck **** be hatin'

But, that's what **** do

Still in rotation, I be on the move

Bangin' the five, they think a **** neighborhood

The way I up the blues

Wanna be famous, i'll help you make the news

Aye, if you thinkin ian gone smack you if ya play then you a fuckin' fool

Real trapper at it's finest

Might cuban link my bitch and buss her neck down with diamonds

In the trap where you could find me, phone jumpin like it's Jordan

These **** can't even get up off they sack, half these fuck **** hoarders

Nah, for real