[Intro: Boonie]
(Welcome to the trenches) Yeah (Stay dangerous)
Uh
Ah
Ah
Huh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Boonie]
She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it
I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it
I ain’t tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now
Thirty-five racks get him bought right now
Chop with a drum get him caught right now
Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh)
I can’t go out of town
EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game)
We can't go out of bounds
Gotta do me, can't go with the sound
Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground
This ain’t the lost and found
Dropped out of school, now he lost, never found

[Verse 1: Damedot]
I wanna ball right now (Uh-huh)
Whole lot of racks in my safe with it
I need a Sprite right now
I fuck around, pour an eight in it
We finna slide right now
Choppers and switches in the car right now
Wе slide past, better lay on thе ground
That 7.62, it sound like a bomb
Bitch said she want me to spoil her down (Mwah)
She wanna go out of town
Jump out the whip, I’m somethin' like a hound (Rrr)
I’m tryna walk him down
Plug OT, finna turn me around
Opps stay open, gotta watch my surrounds
Ridin' 'round smokin' out the exotic pound
You can meet me at the gates with it
We’ll send you straight to the grave with it
Shoot like we in the NBA with it
Margiela mask on my face with it
She gotta sign an NDA with it (Yeah)
If she want me to take her down
I'm sellin' pills in a lil'-ass town (Damn)
Plug like a jeweler 'cause he ice me down
Say he gon' rob me, he must be a clown
[Chorus: Boonie]
She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it
I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it
I ain't tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now
Thirty-five racks get him bought right now
Chop with a drum get him caught right now
Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh)
I can't go out of town
EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game)
We can't go out of bounds
Gotta do me, can't go with the sound
Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground
This ain't the lost and found
Dropped out of school, now he lost, not found

[Verse 2: Boonie]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, this ain't opposite
This weight chillin', they'll come right now, now, now
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, this ain't opposite
This weight chillin', they'll come right now
He went and lied to a bitch
I gave fifty to my brother right now (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Chopper like broom, it gon' stutter right now
Lil' bro coolin' with a cutter right now
Lil' bro coolin' and know how we movin'
Got thirty-five racks, better whack the clown
Lil' bro shootin', he don't know what he doin'
That blammer pull we rushin' him down
Bein' pro home, we don't ever press pound
40K in blues, but it's covered in brown
Gotta come back when I get more rounds
Got a chop right now, got a Glock right now, I got you popped right now
[Chorus: Boonie]
She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it
I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it
I ain't tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now
Thirty-five racks get him bought right now
Chop with a drum get him caught right now
Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh)
I can't go out of town
EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game)
We can't go out of bounds
Gotta do me, can't go with the sound
Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground
This ain't the lost and found
Dropped out of school, now he lost, never found