Mankyman
I've returned to San Francisco
Hello, it's Trendy, I'm up like an activist
It's about time to quit playin', get back to this music
I told my brothers, "Let's do it"
I cannot wait 'til y'all hear all this new shit (doofus)
(This) fuck it, we finna go stupid
They wanted fire, and we had it, they knew it
This ain't no fashion, this style gettin' newer
I'm in her closet, R. Kelly and Rupert (no pedo)
'Cause I'm just feelin' like Tyler Gee, stove niggas only 'cause my gang is fire B
So who? It's Trendy
Bro, I'm like a dryer, I'm flyer, I'm tired, admired, expired
Quit the job 'cause I got higher
I need a fat bitch who built like a tire
Bitch, my name Trendy, a lyrical liar
She got the AirPods, I got the wire
She got the wires, bitch, I feel fire
You lost your bitch, well, too bad, I'ma find her
Nut in her eyes, holy fuck, I'ma blind her
She not my girl, had to fuckin' remind her
They tried to stop me and my grind with a copyright
Skatin' on ice, finna get in a hockey fight
Niggas be usin' the kid for the clout and likes
I'ma just dip and make sure that my music heights
Slicin' like Thorman, my middle name Herman
I don't fuck with school, bitch, I'm not good at learnin'
Fuck Adolf, I'm German, your boyfriend is Sherman
I'll knock your lights out like a motherfuckin' certain
Like Kodak, suburban, I'm leapin' like Kermit
This music shit mine, I'm so heckin' determined
I'm criminal, drivin' with no fuckin' permit
I failed if your ears or your wires ain't burnin'
You can't catch me lyin', I'm not even tryin'
I don't need no weed to get high, bitch, I'm flyin'
I'm workin' on timin', I'm not ever signin'
These niggas get money then plays start declinin'
Niggas gon' hate, that's how it be
Shout-out bro Cyrus, that be my G
I'm a weird nigga, tongue on her feet
You a broke nigga, lil' bro, take a seat
I am not finished, I'm just gettin' started
I pull out my penis, that bitch go retarded
She gon' lick the tip of my ass while I'm fartin'
I sneak in her crib, bust a nut on her carpet
I might be just trippin', but nigga, I'm talkin'
Give me a room with the hoe, she ain't walkin'
Hello, it's Trendy, I'm up like an activist
It's about time to quit playin', get back to this music
I told my brothers, "Let's do it"
I cannot wait 'til y'all hear all this new shit (doofus)
(This) fuck it, we finna go stupid
They wanted fire, and we had it, they knew it
This ain't no fashion, this style gettin' newer
I'm in her closet, R. Kelly and Rupert (no pedo)
'Cause I'm just feelin' like Tyler Gee, stove niggas only 'cause my gang is fire B
So who? It's Trendy
Bro, I'm like a dryer, I'm flyer, I'm tired, admired, expired
Quit the job 'cause I got higher
I need a fat bitch who built like a tire
Bitch, my name Trendy, a lyrical liar
She got the AirPods, I got the wire
She got the wires, bitch, I feel fire
You lost your bitch, well, too bad, I'ma find her
Nut in her eyes, holy fuck, I'ma blind her
She not my girl, had to fuckin' remind her
They tried to stop me and my grind with a copyright
Skatin' on ice, finna get in a hockey fight
Niggas be usin' the kid for the clout and likes
I'ma just dip and make sure that my music heights
Slicin' like Thorman, my middle name Herman
I don't fuck with school, bitch, I'm not good at learnin'
Fuck Adolf, I'm German, your boyfriend is Sherman
I'll knock your lights out like a motherfuckin' certain
Like Kodak, suburban, I'm leapin' like Kermit
This music shit mine, I'm so heckin' determined
I'm criminal, drivin' with no fuckin' permit
I failed if your ears or your wires ain't burnin'
You can't catch me lyin', I'm not even tryin'
I don't need no weed to get high, bitch, I'm flyin'
I'm workin' on timin', I'm not ever signin'
These niggas get money then plays start declinin'
Niggas gon' hate, that's how it be
Shout-out bro Cyrus, that be my G
I'm a weird nigga, tongue on her feet
You a broke nigga, lil' bro, take a seat
I am not finished, I'm just gettin' started
I pull out my penis, that bitch go retarded
She gon' lick the tip of my ass while I'm fartin'
I sneak in her crib, bust a nut on her carpet
I might be just trippin', but nigga, I'm talkin'
Give me a room with the hoe, she ain't walkin'
Credits
Writer(s): Yamid Sr Grueso
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