Trim Freestyle Protect

[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