Trimmer lyrics

[Verse]
(Uh)
b*tch, 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 n*gga b*tch O.T
I wrote his page and told 'em thank ya
n*gga, 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 f*ck n*gga get down the road and hop off the bus
Them boys gone shake 'em
All I love is guns, and you know i'm f*cked up 'bout them drugs
Spend a dub everytime I re-up, n*gga, I ain't going back where I was
n*gga ain't beat that case, he lying
I know you told, b*tch, you the fuzz
n*gga wanna ridе the wave so bad
They'll gеt on they knees to catch a buzz
This sh*t come trim as hell, and I jumped off the porch wit this sh*t in me
Gotta choose between her and her friend then f*ck it, I ain't pickin'
All this sh*t 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

[Verse]
I up the score everytime a n*gga swing
I send a blitz like John Madden but, this sh*t ain't a game
That 60 M17 f*ck up a n*gga frame
Put one of these f*ck n*ggas on ice but
I ain't with Johnny Dang (Uh)
Aye, all this motion got 'em lookin' brazy
Baby, that n*gga 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 n*gga fragrance
I got the trap swingin', harder than a b*tch
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 f*ckin' brazy
I lost it all and went and got it back
I left a b*tch, n*gga 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 f*ck n*ggas be hatin'
But, that's what n*ggas do
Still in rotation, I be on the move
Bangin' the five, they think a n*gga 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 f*ckin' fool
Real trapper at it's finest
Might cuban link my b*tch and buss her neck down with diamonds
In the trap where you could find me, phone jumpin like it's Jordan
These n*ggas can't even get up off they sack, half these f*ck n*ggas hoarders
Nah, for real