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slump6s – no trends (rough bandlab mix) lyrics

[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 lyrics

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