Trimm
I gotta come trim nigga gotta keep this shit alive
Really comin from the streets so we caint put that shit on live
Glocky schemin
Blaze em up and put em in da sky
Junkies fienden
Its jus my team not me myself I
I caint go out bad dawg u had seen how they had did him
We gon get him when we get him we spin him
Ain't live up to what you said, that description does not fit him
You caint find that nigga nowhere cuz we hid him
Fast bitch, do her like this blunt, ima pass her round
Bout my cabbage, dump da glock, I left off sum round
Been a cold summer still iced up I feel so icey
My yung nigga got his hits up you on that white tee
I caint beef yall lil niggas yall caint keep it in da street
Dude had asked me for a gram I act like I was outta reach
I cant stop counting this gualla my dogs waiting on that drop
I been platinum in the street give a fuck if a nigga flop
Nigga you aint got no work nigga you should call out
Mix the xan with the perc like I'm tryna fall out
Phipps plaza type of day nigga tryna ball out
Know I got that shit on me gotta play this shit for keeps
I gotta come trim nigga gotta keep this shit alive
Really comin from the streets so we caint put that shit on live
Glocky schemin
Blaze em up and put em in da sky
Junkies fienden
Its just my team not me myself I
I caint go out bad dawg you had seen how they had did him
We gon get him when we get him we spin him
Aint live up to what you said, that description does not fit him
You caint find that nigga nowhere cuz we hid him
Really comin from the streets so we caint put that shit on live
Glocky schemin
Blaze em up and put em in da sky
Junkies fienden
Its jus my team not me myself I
I caint go out bad dawg u had seen how they had did him
We gon get him when we get him we spin him
Ain't live up to what you said, that description does not fit him
You caint find that nigga nowhere cuz we hid him
Fast bitch, do her like this blunt, ima pass her round
Bout my cabbage, dump da glock, I left off sum round
Been a cold summer still iced up I feel so icey
My yung nigga got his hits up you on that white tee
I caint beef yall lil niggas yall caint keep it in da street
Dude had asked me for a gram I act like I was outta reach
I cant stop counting this gualla my dogs waiting on that drop
I been platinum in the street give a fuck if a nigga flop
Nigga you aint got no work nigga you should call out
Mix the xan with the perc like I'm tryna fall out
Phipps plaza type of day nigga tryna ball out
Know I got that shit on me gotta play this shit for keeps
I gotta come trim nigga gotta keep this shit alive
Really comin from the streets so we caint put that shit on live
Glocky schemin
Blaze em up and put em in da sky
Junkies fienden
Its just my team not me myself I
I caint go out bad dawg you had seen how they had did him
We gon get him when we get him we spin him
Aint live up to what you said, that description does not fit him
You caint find that nigga nowhere cuz we hid him
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Writer(s): Ajani Feeguson
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