Trendy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Barretta]
I love you Ixzi
You f*cking idiot
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
b*tch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak

[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
b*tch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
b*tch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't еven eat like [?]
Chuck up a piеce like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it
[Verse: Barretta]
I can't even serve no fiend
n*ggas will fall for a dollar, anemic
All for the dollar, don't need sh*t
b*tch you gon pop out and polish my p*nis
These b*tches sus, and they schemin-
(Wait, wait, wait, did this n*gga just say polish my p*nis?)

[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
b*tch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see-
(Nah, but really this n*gga just said polish my p*nis)

[Verse 2: yourstepdad]
Stand ten toes or fall for the weak
For the money she swallowing me
If shorty valid imma follow her tweet
Brodie a fentanyl tweak
Freestyle, I don't need a sheet
pus*y tight she don't know how to queef
n*ggas lost they don't know how to see
n*ggas duckin', this no hide and seek
n*gga's stuck he must be at his peak
Shorty's broke she must be outta meat
I cannot trust no treesh
Postin' a b*tch got me feelin' defeated
Step can't rap like
That's what it feel like when you gotta fetus
Shorty talkin' keep it brief
Doing the homework she know I got reach
Gimme 800 and we got a feat
Shorty a milf she rubbin' my feet
(Did he just say a milf is rubbing his feet?)
Shorty cool as f*ck, she do it for free
I beat up a huggy, he call him a skeet
(Did he say she was rubbing his feet?)
[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
b*tch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
b*tch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't even eat like [?]
Chuck up a piece like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it