Trends Lyrics

I told bro don't lie for the trends, Don't follow The trends, go make Your bread, this bad b Want a piece Of me, better eat me whole When I Cum in your face

Them cop boys try run up on Me, Didn't back Ma kitchen, coulda been A long day, but They Had no heart, Man I gave no fucks, aye back Out Your shank aye

Artistic violence, called bro bro come Let's do Up these nerds, why they Coming like Feds, Tryna catch dem a Rat, tryna make me a rack

Aye talk about stacks I need me a Cheque, aye Talk about cheques no Petr Cech, balled Up Don't follow The trends, balled up don't follow The trends

(Nah nah)

(Don't lie for the trends)

(Go make your bread)

(I told bro don't lie for the trends, Don't follow The trends, go make Your bread, this bad b Want a piece Of of me, better eat me whole When I cum in your face, when I cum in Your Face)

I told bro don't lie for the trends, Don't follow The trends, go make Your bread, this bad b Want a piece Of me, better eat me whole When I Cum in your face, when I cum in Your Face

Soon land in charts like I'm doing up Darts, bro Bro your aim fidgety, trigger Finger Fidgety, cause he Tapped like dat He don't feel no remorse

Aye Talk About remote the Trap ain't user Friendly you Can not work From home, You Can not stay Indoors

I'm legally deaf can't hear man out

When he's Crying for his life, when He's begging for his Life

Shoulda stayed indoors don't follow The trends

You ain't bad like dat, stop all of dat Cap, make My man tap, Stop all of Dat cap make My man Dab, Make my Man dance

Look aye

I told bro don't lie for the trends, Don't follow The trends, go make Your bread, this bad b Want a piece Of of me, better eat me whole

When I cum in your face, When I Cum in Your face