"Trim Freestyle" lyrics

(Hahaha)
Yeah, woah, yeah

Five 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
Yeah, my car fast as fuck, no rental
That boy actin', Jared Leto
That boy cappin', we gon' get him
My gun keep clappin', round of applause for you
Keep lead like a pencil
You want smoke? We'll bring all the guys for you
Twin, I'm gon' die for you, twin, I'm gon' slide for you, uh
Benz burnin' tires, rubber
My bro, he a slimy fucker
Ball Hog on my black trucker
Told the ho just suck dick, won't hug her
You know we come trim, yeah, Hedi Slimane, Dior runners
Hittin' on this ho, yeah, she want me, and my brother
We some codeine lovers, yeah
Keep my cutters, yeah
Draco tucked, might hit you, brother, yeah
You wan' box? We don't box
Shoot this chop, smoke good 'za, woo
Exotic shit, got me popped
Hm, 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, just 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 mornin', like, damn, I need some Wock'
I been ballin' 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 clappin', round of applause
Huh, had to tell that bitch ain't no ho in me, I'm a big dog