[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out (We found him)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Where the fuck the lighter at?
[Verse]
Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy
Told the folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
Nigga think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
I don't bе lacked out, I got two different firеs
Spin this bitch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made this bitch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if [?]
My blick gon' slam, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
Nigga don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
My drip expand, and so did the price
Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
I don't ever say shit, but these niggas bite
Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my Draco out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
Nigga ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent
Make regular drop look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that
Nigga be hangin' by that light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on shit, can't relate to the street
Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
Nigga better stand down, that boy better retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weed
Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have blick, nigga hang in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand
Know this shit up when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' the Benz
I don't trust shit, you see my fire through my pants
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out (We found him)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Where the fuck the lighter at?
[Verse]
Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy
Told the folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
Nigga think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
I don't bе lacked out, I got two different firеs
Spin this bitch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made this bitch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if [?]
My blick gon' slam, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
Nigga don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
My drip expand, and so did the price
Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
I don't ever say shit, but these niggas bite
Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my Draco out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
Nigga ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent
Make regular drop look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that
Nigga be hangin' by that light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on shit, can't relate to the street
Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
Nigga better stand down, that boy better retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weed
Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have blick, nigga hang in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand
Know this shit up when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' the Benz
I don't trust shit, you see my fire through my pants
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
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