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*ckin' 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 doin'
b*tch, I don't care bout that sh*t, ah-ah
Leave him confused, I'm so f*ckin' rich, but I gotta stay wit' a stick, ah-ah
These n*ggas not rеally lit, uh-uh
These n*ggas not really rеal, uh
I'm at the top wit' the big dawgs
I can't give a f*ck 'bout how you feel (pus*y)
If he run up, then he gettin' hit (Wow)
If he run up, then he gettin' killed
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 hell
Call up my cats, I'll bring that n*gga hell
I got some f*ckin' 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 yo' 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, holdin' twenty-four, like Kobe
I'm richer than all of the n*ggas I beef wit' (On God)
I'm in the front court, shootin' sh*t
My bro in the back, playin' defense
Why would you send that sh*t to my DM?
Lil b*tch, I ain't likin' 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 sayin', the dumb ho, got a defect