Trending Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy I'm 'bout to win this Trending Freestyle challenge right
But y'all can tell that pus*y ass n*gga he can keep his verse
I don't want it
You 'bout to get bodied by a n*gga with a squeaky voice n*gga
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*ggas hoes, that sh*t ridiculous
Bro where you from them n*ggas killin'
So really you can't be from Memphis

[Verse 1]
Opp sh*t, pop sh*t, yeah, I'm on some boss sh*t
Pulled up to the show, where MoneyBagg? he done got lost quick
You can ask every n*gga 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*ggas gon' get exposed
These street n*ggas 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*gga
You tried to pay not to see a n*gga
f*ck 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*gga 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*ggas hoes, that sh*t ridiculous
Bro where you from them n*ggas killin'
So really you can't be from Memphis

[Verse 2]
That money you gettin' ain't sh*t to me
Your boss can come get a brick from me
I built my hood off of dogfood
Ralo done really made history
f*ck every n*gga that disagree
Shoot that b*tch up like I'm Pistol Pete
I ain't you and n*gga you ain't me
You don't see no n*gga feedin' me
Why you leave Zach for CMG?
'Cause n*gga you ain't got no loyalty
We always seen n*ggas buy you sh*t
But you ain't seen a n*gga spoil me
Shoutout to all of my Haitian n*ggas
You know them n*ggas my Zoes
They come to all of my shows
I treat them n*ggas like the bros
Tell them folks to free JackBoy
I know he eating like a fat boy
PJ told me that that n*gga was soft
Why the f*ck that n*gga 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*ck 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*ggas hoes, that sh*t ridiculous
Bro where you from them n*ggas killin'
So really you can't be from Memphis

[Outro]
Ayy dog
I been sending packs down there in Memphis all my motherf*ckin' life n*gga
And it's some real n*ggas down there dog
You don't act like one of them
You from-you from another f*ckin' Memphis boy
And before y'all pus*y ass fans write on my sh*t
I just want to tell you one thing
f*ck ya!