[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up

(Verse 1: Timofay)
Boy, If anyone come in my house they'll be eating bullets, It's a lead feast
Yo mamas gonna get beat, On my bed sheets 'til she dead meat
And has red feet and in pain she'll be neck deep
Cause it takes her whole throat to deep throat
My dick, And she has to follow my she code
She can turn me on without cheat codes
And on my dick she rode
But that's not all she wrote
Selling dope on fleek bro
Those bars think you can beat those
I don't think you could beat those if you had all the cheat codes
After all you get nervous on the surface when you meet ho's
So now that everyone around is looking at you
Are you gonna spit some shit and shoot like D Rose
Or are you gonna lose and rack up more zeros
That's my best bars there for all your guys ears though
Only you right here/hear bros
The only thing you gotta fear is fear yo

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up

(Verse 2: Timofay)
First, I was in the closet with a big bitch
Now, I'm in there with a bigger bitch
I grip the trigger when I flinch, I call it trigger flinch
On the fucking streets hanging with a hot ho
Her boobs drop low
Yeah
I be with my true homies
Not you homie
You just a loser homie
Wish I'd lose ya homie
Cause you a lil fucker lil bitch
Your bitch, I fucked her real shit
Yeah, Shawty know I kill people, Real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, Tote real Regals
Baby, Woah, Woah, Woah
I'm Sad I know, I'm Sad I know, Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
N***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up