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letra de no trends (rough bandlab mix) - slump6s

[intro]
anytime, i’m finna drop a hit
anytime, anywhere, i record
i’m finna make a hit
this sh-t real, hahaha

[verse]
f-ck it, i’m f-cking her friend
you cannot come in the clothes, that i’m in
diamonds, a hundred percent
give f-ck bout the tint
and b-tch, i don’t follow no trends
these n-ggas follow the rule-book
baby, i don’t follow no rules
hop out the car, four-deep on some cool sh-t
i’m finna put this lil sh-t to use
hop on the beat, i abuse it
if he ain’t talk money, n-gga, stick to the music
big glock, look like a ruler
i got a uzi, n-gga, and it take your medulla
f-ck what you say, and f-ck what you doing
b-tch, i don’t care bout that sh-t, ah-ah
leave him confused, i’m so f-cking rich
but i gotta stay with a stick, ah-ah
these n-ggas not rеally lit, uh-uh
these n-ggas not really rеal, uh
i’m at the top with the big dawgs
i can’t give a f-ck bout how you feel (p-ssy)
if he run up, then he getting hit (wow)
if he run up, then he getting k!lled
i’m on the way to a mill
that’s probably why, they call me, “namil”
(boom, boom, boom, fah, fah, fah, fah)
free my n-ggas out that cell (waa)
free my n-ggas out that jail
free my n-ggas outta jail
pay for the wok, send that sh-t on zelle
hop in that cat, i got that sh-t from h-ll
call up my cats, i’ll bring that n-gga h-ll
i got some f-cking stones in my ear
.223, make it known when i’m here
i’m the type, make his bones disappear
i had to take a lil trip to europe
i might just hit up rome, when i’m here
b-tch, do not bring your phone over here
she tryna take a picture of me
post the sh-t, on ig
and tell all her friends, she know me
b-tch, stop lying, you don’t know me (b-tch, you don’t know me)
i’m in the spot with my brodie
my wodie, my twin, my brudda, my homie (brr)
i already said this sh-t, before
i’ll say it again, you can’t hold me
i got a g.l.o.c.k, holding twenty-four, like kobe
i’m richer than all of the n-ggas i beef wit (on god)
i’m in the front court, shooting sh-t
my bro in the back, playing defense
why would you send that sh-t to my dm?
lil b-tch, i ain’t liking yo recent
they like, “that n-gga kota really him, the rest of these n-ggas be beefin”
she couldn’t comprehend what i’m saying
the dumb ho, got a defect

- slump6s

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