Yeah, it's bands, I said, look, uh
Yeah, I'm comin' trim, every f*ckin' beat, they know I'm him
I got 4-5 on my side, not talkin' 4-5 at the gym
This brand new shotty knock off limbs, it's in my pants, I have to limp I put pressure on my opps, it's like I'm tryna break they ribs
I'm in these streets, not at the crib, my bitch go crazy when I dip
She just pray for me, she know just how I move, I'm takin' trips
Look what I made off takin' risks, we was like 16, totin' sticks
Shits not new to me, first one we see, run down, it's a blitz
You Can't get bread, cause you's a bitch, I'm in these streets, not duckin' shit
My brother taught me things, I hop out move a bag and count up quick
I like Amiri jeans, but sometimes it can't even hide the stick
Feel like I'm hearin' things, they tell me to get cash and f*ck your bitch
Yeah, I'm comin' trim, every f*ckin' beat, they know I'm him
I got 4 racks in one pocket, other pocket got the blick
I can't be wifin' on no thotties, I'm like Sosa to a bitch and I put money over hoes, that's why it's ice up on my wrist
Too much codeine when I piss, she fell in love with all this drip
Get this from the kitchen, Brody right there whip shit up like grits
I might go bash out on a buban, might go bash out on a whip
And I put trust in all my bros, cause I know they will never switch
Yeah, I'm comin' trim, walk inside the spot, we got the blick
Yeah, I'm comin' trim, walk inside the spot, we got the
Blick