[intro]
Yea
Come straight out them trenches
A lil n***a know how to get it
Get u a ? go flip it
Stay down tryna get a
Ticket
No we ain blowin no midgy
250 grindin up digits
Block ... . [fade]

[dj]

[Chorus]
Yeah
Theres some money to be made
Get up
Out that cap n***a go get paid
If it ain bout money n***a
I dont wanna conversate
Al lot of my n***as
Gone to the system n the grave
Pushin up tweekin round young boy that stik gon shake
I dont think a n***a want this smoke
Gon be a earthquake
(there gon be an earthquake)
Lil Zac gon hop out none of this shit
For no clout
(no cap)
N***as thought this shit was sweet we sent
Him to the clouds
(on god)
These n***as be pussy man
They gon run routes
I done slept on the floor
I done slept on the couch
I seen the bigger picture
Took a better route
My n***as they slime for real
And they from the south
(yeah yeah)

[verse]
Yea
Come straight out them trenches
A lil n***a know how to get it
Get u a ? go flip it
Stay down tryna get a
Ticket
No we ain blowin no midgy
250 run up digits
Block life run up them digits
Took the game and u know ima admit it
Talkin smoke and we aim at ya fitted
Homicide boy you gon be xibit
He got fried
He got put on a skillet
Ain want no slime to go
And send another visit
N***as be playin
N***as go be missin
Came straight out the trenches
Couple slimes on defenses
See jump out
Hit the fences
Ye we livin life so relentless
(It's Zack!)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Theres some money to be made
Get up
Out that cap n***a go get paid
If it ain bout money n***a
I dont wanna conversate
Al lot of my n***as
Gone to the system n the grave
Pushin up tweekin round young boy that stik gon shake
I dont think a n***a want this smoke
Gon be a earthquake
(there gon be an earthquake)
Lil Zac gon hop out none of this shit
For no clout
(no cap)
N***as thought this shit was sweet we sent
Him to the clouds
(on god)
These n***as be pussy man
They gon run routes
I done slept on the floor
I done slept on the couch
I seen the bigger picture took a
Better route
My n***as they slime for real
And they from the south
(yeah yeah)

[verse 2]
Yea yea yea
Every body think they
Know me
They dont want me go back
To the old me
Ya shootin shit like kobe
I got a slimeball named kobe
Shoota bullets a n***a slowly
Watch a n***a die
Yeah slowly
Tryna get my mothafuckin trophy
Stackin racks up
Stay low key
?? that my dog that my rollie
King that my dog that my rollie
Gotit that my dog that my rollie
Keed that my dog that my rollie
And we rollin
Percocet it keep me floating
(slatt! slatt! slatt!)