[Intro]
(Damn slow that bit down Zo)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
(Real, trap, shit)
(You know what the fuck going on n***a)

[Chorus: TME Trigga]
I brought out them racks today, made it the faster way
This big ass backwood it might take me to outer space
N***as be born to hate, I upped the score today
He say he trappin', but what is he pushing?
My shoota been outside, sleep in your bushes
He had some piece, 'til we pulled up and took it
This n***as soft as a bitch just like some cushion
Feel like D'angelo Russell in Brooklyn

[Verse One: TME Trigga]
Slide on yo block, then we let off some bullets
It's a new year, so I'm turned to the fullest
She wanna fuck, I can tell how she looking
These n***as snitch before, they getting boogers
I wouldn't be Trigga, if some guy took it
He think it's sweet, 'til I hop out and pull it
This n***a fake, I can tell that he crooked
Slab in the kitchen, I know what he cooking
N***as they hate me, because I do better
Too many Zip's, they can't fit in the dresser
This big M16 came with a suppressor
Look in his eyes, and see he not a steppa
She wanna fuck, the first day that I met her
He don't hold weight, his name light as a feather
My brother locked up, they took his Baretta
I keep it up, and it stuck like propellers
He talking stuff, I won't diss in the song
Paso got locked up, for invading homes
They think I'm lacking, I'm never alone
I put my trap money out when I pose
He tried to go hit a lick, but he froze
Slide on his block, and bet he get exposed
N***as be lame, and still beef over hoes
Try steal from us, then we taking your soul
[Chorus: TME Trigga]
I brought out them racks today, made it the faster way
This big ass backwood it might take me to outer space
N***as be born to hate, I upped the score today
He say he trappin', but what is he pushing?
My shoota been outside, sleep in your bushes
He had some piece, 'til we pulled up and took it
This n***as soft as a bitch just like some cushion
Feel like D'angelo Russell in Brooklyn

[Verse Two: Quin NFN]
The broke baby, nah shoulda came with a stroller
And my tee slinging, now I got flame in a holster
In a lake with a drake, get to feeling like soldier
Put a eighth on some shake, get it going we expose him
Like okay he a fake, up a k now he folding
Choppa spray like some mace, but don't text me blowing
We on drugs hella late, and the K like a homie
Got more chains than a slave, lotta ice like it's snowing
Got a whole lotta ones, and you nod when you spray it
Sent a whole lotta shots, at a opp n***a head
Me and Trigga pour drop in our pop, now we dead
Need more than 12 shots so the Glock got a leg
These n***as hate, but they gotta respect
NFN, TME, we the hottest in Texas
They got coach me a team, how I do all this flexing
Clean stretch limousine hit his block, and we blessing
[Chorus: TME Trigga]
I brought out them racks today, made it the faster way
This big ass backwood it might take me to outer space
N***as be born to hate, I upped the score today
He say he trappin', but what is he pushing?
My shoota been outside, sleep in your bushes
He had some piece, 'til we pulled up and took it
This n***as soft as a bitch just like some cushion
Feel like D'angelo Russell in Brooklyn