[Intro]
Ayy I'm 'bout to win this Trending Freestyle thing right
But y'all can tell that p**y a** n***a he can keep his verse
I don't want it
You 'bout to get bodied by a n***a with a squeaky voice n***a
Haha
[Chorus]
You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein' real don't cost a penny
These n***as hoes, that sh** ridiculous
Bro where you from them n***as k**in'
So really you can't be from Memphis
[Verse 1]
Opp sh**, pop sh**, yeah, I'm on some boss sh**
Pulled up to the show, where MoneyBagg? he done got lost quick
You can ask every n***a in Orlando, MoneyBagg you a ho
Ask anyone you know, they'll tell you 'bout the show
We had a show, he didn't walk in the door
He had some pressure I didn't even know
Only fake n***as gon' get exposed
These street n***as stay out the road
Play with the bomb and we gon' explode
You don't want to see them opps at your door
Boy I thought you was a real n***a
You tried to pay not to see a n***a
f** you and every fan you got
You want smoke then we gon' fan it out
You want war, you better plan it out
I got choppers that I'm handing out
I thought you was just like me, n***a you ain't like me
You can have a hundred million followers but you don't have rank like me
[Chorus]
You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein' real don't cost a penny
These n***as hoes, that sh** ridiculous
Bro where you from them n***as k**in'
So really you can't be from Memphis
[Verse 2]
That money you gettin' ain't sh** to me
Your boss can come get a brick from me
I built my hood off of dogfood
Ralo done really made history
f** every n***a that disagree
Shoot that b**h up like I'm Pistol Pete
I ain't you and n***a you ain't me
You don't see no n***a feedin' me
Why you leave sap for CMG?
'Cause n***a you ain't got no loyalty
We always seen n***as buy you sh**
But you ain't seen a n***a spoil me
Shoutout to all of my Haitian n***as
You know them n***as my Zoes
They come to all of my shows
I treat them n***as like the bros
Tell them folks to free JackBoy
I know he eating like a fat boy
PJ told me that that n***a was soft
Why the f** that n***a act hard?
I pulled your card
Boy you a ho, but a good rapper
And I'm in the streets, and we don't really f** with too many rappers
[Chorus]
You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein' real don't cost a penny
These n***as hoes, that sh** ridiculous
Bro where you from them n***as k**in'
So really you can't be from Memphis
[Outro]
Ayy dog
I been sending packs down there in Memphis all my motherf**in' life n***a
And it's some real n***as down there dog
You don't act like one of them
You from-you from another f**in' Memphis boy
And before y'all p**y a** fans write on my sh**
I just want to tell you one thing
f** ya!