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PERFORMING ARTISTS
C Blu
Vocals
Set Da Trend
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camrin Williams
Songwriter
Jeremiah Dixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvisbeats
Producer
Lirik
Grrah
Grrah
Look (What's the fuckin' word, Set Da Trend? What we doin'?)
Grrah
Smokin' on all y'all dead niggas
When I catch CJ Goon, it's lit
When I catch Chalim, it's lit
Who else?
Look
Who the fuck want smoke, nigga?
I got the lighter, we gon' light it (Light that shit)
Look (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Look
C Blu (Grrah)
They said that they spinnin' for me
Boy, where is you at?
You know I'm outside wit' a whole lotta gatt
I might be a rapper, but you know I can't lack, like
Gotta keep me a strap, no dyke
'Cause these niggas be plottin' on takin' my life
And you know I won't go out like Rick (At all)
So, one false move, you get turned into a spliff (Grrah)
And Say, he got lined by a bitch (What else?)
He thought he was fuckin' until he seen Crips
And I heard they want smoke wit' the Stars (What else?)
Trend, pass me the torch, let's go make it lit (Grrah)
I came wit' the rock, I don't need no assist
You know I'm the Trend wit' a whole lotta Crips
Can't go out like Rick, gotta walk wit' the stick
Say you back on the court like you Mellow? Stop it
Talk on JayRipK, but what happen to Yellow? (What?)
TNT, know I'm smokin' explosive
Think that I'm lackin', but I got the pole tucked
Don't got the gun, he get stomped up like Noah (What?)
Say you tough, but you gotta show it
Got the Bristle, now, it's time to roll up
Poppin' these Perkies, lil' homie, I'm rollin'
Feelin' under pressure, on JB, I'm throwin'
Catch Blockwork, I'ma really turn him to a strain
Stealin'? You need money, nigga, it's a shame (What?)
Got booked, I ain't say no names
Who flame? I flame
Choppa put a nigga on a chain
Pop a Yellow to ease the pain
Catch me an opp, he gon' see today
Move Look got hit in his fiji
Set Da Trend, know your man wanna be me (Nigga)
Hollows hit him, they comin' in 3D
All these bitches, they reachin', they greedy
You get shot if you think I'm a Pee Wee (What?)
(You get shot if you think I'm a Pee Wee)
(You get shot if you think I'm a Pee Wee)
Hit a Rey bop, now that bitch wanna eat me (C Blu)
You get shot reachin' for my chain (What else?)
Mentionin' JayRipK, now you meetin' Caine (Grrah)
Gotta chill, gang say I be wildin' out (What else?)
Say one thing, that's on Crip I start spazzin' out (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Need a mil', I won't stop 'til I reached it (What?)
Fucked on his bitch, but we kept it a secret
She like, "C Blu, I like how you thinkin'"
Poured up some 'migos, now she tryna eat it
Hit from the front, got her feelin' conceited
Don't want me to back out, she screamin', "I need it"
Hit it once, and you know that I'm leavin'
Bitch, you buggin', I can't put a seed in it (I can't)
Headshot, Black Ops, know I'm leavin' 'em
C came wit' the mop, know he cleanin' 'em
OTO, know it's us, ain't no other
Flock to the Hill and they duckin' for cover (Bow-bow-bow)
I been ballin' for like seven summers (Like, what?)
Know I'm different, I'm out of your league
I be ballin', I don't get fatigued
She like, "Set Da Trend my cup of tea"
I ain't Curry, I don't shoot from deep
Walk down gang, leave his brains on the scene
Bought a new Glock, this shit came wit' a beam
No, I can't miss, all I shoot is greens
Hit the 80 Bop when I'm on the scene
One step back, make her shoulder lean
Blue lights on me, I don't stop for Ds
Might do the whole dash 'cause I'm off a bean
Prayin' to the Lord, I control the V (Look)
Prayin' to the Lord, I control the V
Prayin' to the Lord, I-
They said that they spinnin' for me (Where y'all niggas at?)
Boy, where is you at?
You know I'm outside wit' a whole lotta gatt
I might be a rapper, but you know I can't lack, like
Gotta keep me a strap, no dyke
'Cause these niggas be plottin' on takin' my life
And you know I won't go out like Rick (At all)
So, one false move, you get turned into a spliff
And Say, he got lined by a bitch (What else?)
He thought he was fuckin' until he seen Crips
And I heard they want smoke wit' the Stars (Like, what?)
Trend, pass me the torch, let's go make it lit
Hoodstar Rey
Hoodstar Rey
Aaah!
C Blu and Set Da Trend, nigga, stop playin', nigga
Bow-bow-bow-bow
Grrah-grrah
Bow-bow-bow
One more time?
Yeah
Haha
Writer(s): George Bakopoulos, Camrin Williams, Jeremiah Dixon
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