NO TRENDS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gang)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, damn, uh

Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit

Without them dollar signs, let's see how far yo' bars gon' get

Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this

This Double Lamb' got no OG, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, ****

****, I don't do no beatboxin', leave your feet hot

That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks

There's no more parties for yo' shorty, but she still gon' be a thot

Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap

Wit' your broke ass, your BD ain't got no cash, ho

We counted big bucks befo' I saw that TikTok, ho

Your favorite rapper prolly waitin' on the next trend, ho

I'd rather get it out the mud before you help me, ho

That boy Mike Beezy, he don't rock with me, there ain't no stoppin' me

I seen them pop up out the cut when fans start uppin' all my streams

I remember ain't nobody used to talk about my heat

I remember everything, I never throw away receipts

****, I don't do no beatboxin', leave your feet hot

That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks

There's no more parties for your shorty, but she still gon' be a thot

Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap

Oh, I see they catchin' felons on me (Whoa, God)

If you see Kemp, just put the billy on it, got the city on it

I was ridin' in that Civic, homie, probably with a shorty

Now, I never like to kick it, everybody keep recordin'

Go by two things in my lifestyle

Gang money and lose ****

Everything start gettin' better, you gon' see they ain't even cool wit' ya

Bad bitches tryna fool wit' 'em, I don't want nuttin' to do with 'em

Fake love, tryna make amends, just 'cause of that lil' bitty trend on TikToks

Leave your feet hot

That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks

There's no more parties for yo' shorty, but she still gon' be a thot

Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap

****, I go by dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit

Without them dollar signs, let's see how far your bars gon' get

Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this

This Double Lamb' ain't got OGs, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, lil' **** (Mike Dimes)