[Verse 1]
I am lord of the trenches ‘cause that’s where our n*ggas stay
Baby girl want to f*ck and I can see it in her face
Swear to god I need a bae, yellow bone like Lisa Ray
Put some E’s in the 40 like a n*gga from the bay
Goddamn, ‘round the way, a new homi every day
They come through and let it spray and pray that you don’t catch a stray
We don’t f*ck with cops, screaming f*ck the opps to they face
Keep that thing on my waist, rest in peace to Freddie Gray
Styrofoam sipping, big pimping, n*gga how you living?
Never slipping, got the Ruger hitting in my True Religion
Uber everywhere, couple thots on my back porch
Why you babysitting, you ain’t sipping what you asked for
Got his wifey missing, all my b*tches getting passports
Say she bloody dripping, I’m like what you think that ass for?
I’m on my PDM sh*t, Cloud Gang sh*t
Sticking to her gums like some f*cking [?]
I’m on my 33rd sh*t, marble hall sh*t
Ghost [?] sh*t, ballin’ hard on a b*tch
Got a couple bad b*tches and they uber everywhere
I can’t go anywhere ‘cause I got shooters everywhere
I be talkin’ ‘bout the trenches and you n*ggas never there
You can go to war and shoot it out, b*tch I’m never scared
Got her in her Vicky Secrets, walking in her underwear
I can’t f*ck her in her crib because her mama always there
Every time we hit the club everybody stop and stare
Cause they know we got them things, like how they get them guns in here?