Trims - #Bants lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

They ain't seen no bands

Tell a bitch miss me with the bants

Spit una, duckin' up clamps

Dem boys, dem movin' like fans

This pack here's lookin' like gyams

In the trap house enter with tramps

Put it in, now put it on map

Man, I spit that to the blank

(Verse)

Ah, frontin' on a one big flat

Man can't talk about traps

Hit my YG with a pack

Man can't tell 'em bout apps

My yardie team's lookin' aff

Man can't tell about bats

My cootie kin's lookin' mad?

Man can't tell about traps

Man want talk about math?

Man a-get a young boi rap

Miss me with the bants

Man a-get a young boi app

Four door lookin' all ram

Bando spinnin' like Am

In the trap house enter with tramps

Fuck more skills than my bits

Mens stop callin' me mats

Most men and my ends don't lie me

Finally, it's hard for the gas

And the bits end hard in the trap with their wiffie

Yo, still got my oats in the kitchen

My fuse comin' back spicy

Yo, I just wanna press off that gear

Why she movin' like wiffey?

Yo, got a young foot like tiger

My bitch lookin' like padey

Yo, set off lookin' all crazy

Trap fall movin' all feisty

Yo, my plug lookin' like sore sog

Re-up lookin' all pricey

Man up send food up dem size

My prof' comin' back tightly

(Hook)