Trendy lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
Trendin' on Twitter, got me feelin' like a rapper rapper
Cappin' in the booth, little boy you a capper capper
Push start the whip, put it in drive, then I scratch it after
Glock with the switch, got it feeling like a plasma blaster
Walked in the function, got the za in the lunch box
Smokin' three-five of opps, ian gon quit till' my lungs stop
Tron dropped a fo' in the 2 liter it's a fun pop
Throw that sh*t away, I got some za and a seal of wock

[Verse 2: Babytron]
Red bottoms with the spikes, i'm looking like a porcupine
50 rounder tryna pull up, shoot a opp 40 times
Off-White this and that, but no I ain't snorting lines
Rollie or the Patek, nah you can't afford this time
Feins at the spot, this sh*t lookin' like a Jordan's line
I-75 South headin' towards Georgia flyin'
Six figures in my bank, b*tch im more than fine
Seven figures on the way, just from recording lines
Like b*tch punch me in
Sick he bought some sauce, he done gave yo ass a dummy band
Ocky got the local, prolly catch him runnin' in
BabyTron the young goat, you cannot f*ck with him
Fit 5 thousand dollars (sh*t, Jesus Christ)
Seen 12 left, sh*t I gotta swing the demon right
f*ck the rap, I might go back to the visa swipes
In Hutch like I got a black eye, sh*t I need some ice
[Verse 3: ScrumbleMan]
I'm a sh*t talker, so don't ever get it f*cked up
Reachin' for my mans chain, we gon send you up up
Slidin' on this block, hole in one, in that put-put
Bust the sba, got a gun, now you tuff tuff?
Polo blazer, with the white tee, is when i'm cuffed up
When I rural, f*ck a path boy, its only puff puff
Ian runnin' f*ck a goose boy you better duck duck
Brodie off a bean, and a 30 now he f*cked up