Текст Ralo – Trending Freestyle

Ayy I’m ’bout to win this Trending Freestyle challenge right
But y’all can tell that pussy ass nigga he can keep his verse
I don’t want it
You ’bout to get bodied by a nigga with a squeaky voice nigga

You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein’ real don’t cost a penny
These niggas hoes, that shit ridiculous
Bro where you from them niggas killin’
So really you can’t be from Memphis

Opp shit, pop shit, yeah, I’m on some boss shit
Pulled up to the show, where MoneyBagg? he done got lost quick
You can ask every nigga in Orlando, MoneyBagg you a ho
Ask anyone you know, they’ll tell you ’bout the show
We had a show, he didn’t walk in the door
He had some pressure I didn’t even know
Only fake niggas gon’ get exposed
These street niggas stay out the road
Play with the bomb and we gon’ explode
You don’t want to see them opps at your door
Boy I thought you was a real nigga
You tried to pay not to see a nigga
Fuck you and every fan you got
You want smoke then we gon’ fan it out
You want war, you better plan it out
I got choppers that I’m handing out
I thought you was just like me, nigga you ain’t like me
You can have a hundred million followers but you don’t have rank like me

You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein’ real don’t cost a penny
These niggas hoes, that shit ridiculous
Bro where you from them niggas killin’
So really you can’t be from Memphis

That money you gettin’ ain’t shit to me
Your boss can come get a brick from me
I built my hood off of dogfood
Ralo done really made history
Fuck every nigga that disagree
Shoot that bitch up like I’m Pistol Pete
I ain’t you and nigga you ain’t me
You don’t see no nigga feedin’ me
Why you leave Zach for CMG?
‘Cause nigga you ain’t got no loyalty
We always seen niggas buy you shit
But you ain’t seen a nigga spoil me
Shoutout to all of my Haitian niggas
You know them niggas my Zoes
They come to all of my shows
I treat them niggas like the bros
Tell them folks to free JackBoy
I know he eating like a fat boy
PJ told me that that nigga was soft
Why the fuck that nigga act hard?
I pulled your card
Boy you a ho, but a good rapper
And I’m in the streets, and we don’t really fuck with too many rappers

You trending
You better not let me catch you slipping
We might just beat you out that Fendi
Bro bein’ real don’t cost a penny
These niggas hoes, that shit ridiculous
Bro where you from them niggas killin’
So really you can’t be from Memphis

Ayy dog
I been sending packs down there in Memphis all my motherfuckin’ life nigga
And it’s some real niggas down there dog
You don’t act like one of them
You from-you from another fuckin’ Memphis boy
And before y’all pussy ass fans write on my shit
I just want to tell you one thing
Fuck ya!