"Trëndy" lyrics
(Yo, I got-)
Get stepped on, you can get stepped with the motherfucking glick (Yeah, Yo)
In the Z65 where the brim at? Yeah (Yo)
They wanna take the flow from the kid, talkin' bout that Yeat (Woah, Woah)
Talkin' bout that (Yo, yo, yo)
Y'all takin' that Yeat (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
They gon' fuck with that Yeat (Yo, yeat)
Diamond my teeth, (Yeat, yeah) I ain't goin' to sleep (Yeat)
I've been up for a week (Y-yeat, No cap)
(Yo, yo, Yeat)
Talkin' bout that Yeat, talkin' bout that Yeat (Yo)
They study Yeat, (Yo) they study Yeat
She say "Oh my God," she love me
She say "Oh my God," (Yeah) and we got all the fabrics (Yeah)
She say "Oh my God," (God) I be the highest fashion
She say "Oh my God," (Let's go) Elliante, flawless, VS1 hit the (Phew)
(Swerve)
OMG, in the AMG with the all red seats (Skrrr)
OMG, in the Z65 with the matte black zief (Yeah, yeah)
OMG, in the SRT with the cat out the Jeep (Yeah)
Bitch, I don't wake up and brush no teeth (No)
I'm gon' fly and take Tris (Yeah, all this guap)
Whole lot of sauce, you can get lost in this shit (Yeah)
I gave ten bands to the Chrome Hearts, we shopping at Ross in this bitch (Y'all ain't shopping at Ross in this)
See he got lost in the swag, get lost in the sauce too (Lost)
This ninety start Trackhawk done got exhaust, and doubled it too (Swear to God)
Forgi's on the Jeep (Yeah, yeah) I don't have time to sleep
Bitch I love this X, bitch, I love this E (Ecs-ta-cy)
I can't see no more, money all I speak (Yeah)
Y'all takin' that Yeat (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
They gon' fuck with that Yeat (Yo, yeat)
Diamond my teeth, (Yeat, yeah) I ain't goin' to sleep (Yeat)
I've been up for a week (Y-yeat, No cap)
(Yo, yo, yeat)
Talkin' bout that Yeat, talkin' bout that Yeat (Yo)
They study Yeat, (Yo) they study Yeat
She say "Oh my God," she love me
She say "Oh my God," (Yeah) and we got all the fabrics (Yeah)
She say "Oh my God," (God) I be the highest fashion
She say "Oh my God," (Let's go) Elliante, flawless, VS1 hit the (Phew)
(Swerve)
(Yo, yo, Yeat, yo, yo)
(Yeat, yeah, yeah)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Get stepped on, you can get stepped with the motherfucking glick (Yeah, Yo)
In the Z65 where the brim at? Yeah (Yo)
They wanna take the flow from the kid, talkin' bout that Yeat (Woah, Woah)
Talkin' bout that (Yo, yo, yo)
Y'all takin' that Yeat (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
They gon' fuck with that Yeat (Yo, yeat)
Diamond my teeth, (Yeat, yeah) I ain't goin' to sleep (Yeat)
I've been up for a week (Y-yeat, No cap)
(Yo, yo, Yeat)
Talkin' bout that Yeat, talkin' bout that Yeat (Yo)
They study Yeat, (Yo) they study Yeat
She say "Oh my God," she love me
She say "Oh my God," (Yeah) and we got all the fabrics (Yeah)
She say "Oh my God," (God) I be the highest fashion
She say "Oh my God," (Let's go) Elliante, flawless, VS1 hit the (Phew)
(Swerve)
OMG, in the AMG with the all red seats (Skrrr)
OMG, in the Z65 with the matte black zief (Yeah, yeah)
OMG, in the SRT with the cat out the Jeep (Yeah)
Bitch, I don't wake up and brush no teeth (No)
I'm gon' fly and take Tris (Yeah, all this guap)
Whole lot of sauce, you can get lost in this shit (Yeah)
I gave ten bands to the Chrome Hearts, we shopping at Ross in this bitch (Y'all ain't shopping at Ross in this)
See he got lost in the swag, get lost in the sauce too (Lost)
This ninety start Trackhawk done got exhaust, and doubled it too (Swear to God)
Forgi's on the Jeep (Yeah, yeah) I don't have time to sleep
Bitch I love this X, bitch, I love this E (Ecs-ta-cy)
I can't see no more, money all I speak (Yeah)
Y'all takin' that Yeat (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
They gon' fuck with that Yeat (Yo, yeat)
Diamond my teeth, (Yeat, yeah) I ain't goin' to sleep (Yeat)
I've been up for a week (Y-yeat, No cap)
(Yo, yo, yeat)
Talkin' bout that Yeat, talkin' bout that Yeat (Yo)
They study Yeat, (Yo) they study Yeat
She say "Oh my God," she love me
She say "Oh my God," (Yeah) and we got all the fabrics (Yeah)
She say "Oh my God," (God) I be the highest fashion
She say "Oh my God," (Let's go) Elliante, flawless, VS1 hit the (Phew)
(Swerve)
(Yo, yo, Yeat, yo, yo)
(Yeat, yeah, yeah)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Writer(s): Noah Olivvier Smith
