GET READY

I run up a check
You know I ain't cappin
I'm getting the rest
You niggas be lackin'
Cause I am the best
I really be rapping
I really am blessed to be here tonight

This girl on my phone, she told me goodnight
I didn't reply, cause she ain't my type
Get out of my chest, I'm reading my rights
I don't give a fuck, I'm Trendy for life

When I'm in the Rarri I can never go slow
When I'm at the party I can never make it home

Got carrots in my pockets and they really feeling heavy
And if you trynna come to my show then you better get ready

Pull up and I pop out and you know I gotta rock out like this
Why'd he do us like that
Trendy got em real mad

My drop top
It don't stop
It be going real fast

Rear view mirror my past
Talk down it'll be your last

Got bans on me
And if you talk down you won't be seen
My chain so bright your bitch can't see
Had to take her on a shopping spree
This bitch ain't cheap

So angry
When I pull up they beg mercy

Got no time for you niggas
Cause I keep on getting bigger

She won't stop asking me about her figure
Took two shots and it went straight through my liver
I miss her
But I will never kiss her
She got too many niggas she a hoe
That's why I gotta go

She uh hoe
That's why I gotta go
She got too many niggas
That's why I gotta go

I run up a check
You know I ain't cappin
I'm getting the rest
You niggas be lackin'
Cause I am the best
I really be rapping
I really feel blessed to be here tonight

This girl on my phone, she told me goodnight
I didn't reply, cause she ain't my type
Get out of my chest, I'm reading my rights
I don't give a fuck, I'm trending for life

When I'm in the 'Rari I can never go slow
When I make it the party I can never make it home

Got carrots in my pockets and they really feeling heavy
And if you trynna come to my show then you better get ready



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Cook
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