Fuck Yo Trend by Tylo May Lyrics
[Intro: Tylo May]
Drinkin'..
Green tea on the intro...
Wassup..
Garments is custom..
My garments
[Verse 1: Tylo May]
My garments is custom
I got carbon under my bred bottoms
My goal is huntin' that Parmesan
Yeah that bread's calling
Breakin' ceilings so high that a bird would
Dread fallin'
If you feelin this vibe then gon' getcha
Head bobbin
Yeezus save us, I don't claim trust
Speak my language, Serve a hang up
Outfit stay hushed, Graded A plus
Put yo aim down, Cause in my mind
Nigga I done came up, I done been there
I done done that
I decided I ain't done with all of these dumb raps
Blunt wraps, though i prefer roll the papers
Run fast, they running laps with the razors
Haters
Know my bandana bring the flavor
Color pallet screamin' alex
Grant a man a wager
To make it clear to myself y’all have to be feelin' me
I put a rip in my jeans for every time that I kill a beat
4 straps, All white
No gun metal
4 straps
On sight, and still I’m unsettled
No tolerance for the lies they feeding, i hock Ramen
Blind hog ridin' on scholarship
Check the honors, bitch
First guy in my fam to make it to the colleges
Coldest nigga in the game without any acknowledgment
Novice shit
Spit gold, hard bars
Rick roll, nardwuar
Clowning you niggas and still polishin'
Ain't crowning you niggas, ya ain't royal
Ain't down with you bitches, ya ain't loyal
Ain't for ya
Ain't for ya
Know these niggas ain't slick, no these niggas ain't oil
So you trill huh?
Well you drenched in designer
People claim they sharp, when my pencil is finer
My attire go together better than flint and a fire
This road just a code i was meant to decipher
Break the chains
Minus the one around my neck
Got the heart of a lion so that pendant on my chest
Blessed
Peep the gratitude
But on my high horse
Watch me gallop through
They say this life will rattle you, so my saddle glued
And i ride with grace
And watch for snakes
Don’t taste the apple juice
Uh
Smokin weed in my holy jeans
No stogies please, gettin' high as that nigga joey be
Vintage snapback
Long zip tee
Bitch please
You could barely hold a trend with hashtag
Nigga
And these bitches be like..
[Hook: Tylo May]
Where ya buy, where ya buy that
Where ya buy, where ya, where ya, where ya buy that
Where ya buy, where ya buy that
Where ya, where ya, where ya
Man get off my dick!
These niggas man..
Off my dick!
Man get off my dick!
[Outro: Tylo May]
Uh, killin' 'em, killin' 'em, ayy
Fuck yo trend
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Fuck yo trend
Nigga fuck yo trend
Ayy fuck yo trend
Nigga fuck yo trend
Ayy fuck yo trend
Drinkin'..
Green tea on the intro...
Wassup..
Garments is custom..
My garments
[Verse 1: Tylo May]
My garments is custom
I got carbon under my bred bottoms
My goal is huntin' that Parmesan
Yeah that bread's calling
Breakin' ceilings so high that a bird would
Dread fallin'
If you feelin this vibe then gon' getcha
Head bobbin
Yeezus save us, I don't claim trust
Speak my language, Serve a hang up
Outfit stay hushed, Graded A plus
Put yo aim down, Cause in my mind
Nigga I done came up, I done been there
I done done that
I decided I ain't done with all of these dumb raps
Blunt wraps, though i prefer roll the papers
Run fast, they running laps with the razors
Haters
Know my bandana bring the flavor
Color pallet screamin' alex
Grant a man a wager
To make it clear to myself y’all have to be feelin' me
I put a rip in my jeans for every time that I kill a beat
4 straps, All white
No gun metal
4 straps
On sight, and still I’m unsettled
No tolerance for the lies they feeding, i hock Ramen
Blind hog ridin' on scholarship
Check the honors, bitch
First guy in my fam to make it to the colleges
Coldest nigga in the game without any acknowledgment
Novice shit
Spit gold, hard bars
Rick roll, nardwuar
Clowning you niggas and still polishin'
Ain't crowning you niggas, ya ain't royal
Ain't down with you bitches, ya ain't loyal
Ain't for ya
Ain't for ya
Know these niggas ain't slick, no these niggas ain't oil
So you trill huh?
Well you drenched in designer
People claim they sharp, when my pencil is finer
My attire go together better than flint and a fire
This road just a code i was meant to decipher
Break the chains
Minus the one around my neck
Got the heart of a lion so that pendant on my chest
Blessed
Peep the gratitude
But on my high horse
Watch me gallop through
They say this life will rattle you, so my saddle glued
And i ride with grace
And watch for snakes
Don’t taste the apple juice
Uh
Smokin weed in my holy jeans
No stogies please, gettin' high as that nigga joey be
Vintage snapback
Long zip tee
Bitch please
You could barely hold a trend with hashtag
Nigga
And these bitches be like..
[Hook: Tylo May]
Where ya buy, where ya buy that
Where ya buy, where ya, where ya, where ya buy that
Where ya buy, where ya buy that
Where ya, where ya, where ya
Man get off my dick!
These niggas man..
Off my dick!
Man get off my dick!
[Outro: Tylo May]
Uh, killin' 'em, killin' 'em, ayy
Fuck yo trend
Killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Fuck yo trend
Nigga fuck yo trend
Ayy fuck yo trend
Nigga fuck yo trend
Ayy fuck yo trend