[Intro: Young Tavv]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches with my fucking killers
And these n***as know I'm all about my motherfucking skrilla
Pray to God every night, 'cause I be fucking sinning
And these haters gon' hate, 'cause they see a n***a winning, uh
They don't want me make it out the hood counting fucking figures But I don't worry cause I'm sipping on the fucking 'tron
Yeah, I'm in my zone, n***as wanna be me
But I swear they be fucking clones
I be switching hoes like I switch flows
Broke boy, go ahead and get some fucking dough
I'm on 2strip, getting fucking hella dough
Got your main bitch, giving me hella dome
She popping pussy, really know what the money does (yeah)
Young Tavv, and I get paid
Your bitch wanna stay where I fucking lay (what!?)
Uh, me and my crew pull up on your block n***a we gon' motherfucking shoot
[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: BAMFRM203]
Pull up on your block, aye, you ain't with it
My n***as really with it, you n***as ain't on shit, bitch
Pull up to stu', this shit litty, aye
You n***as mad I'm finna turn up the city, aye
Me and Tavv on the 2block he riding with his new Glock
If you talking down, my n***a, then I'm gon' get you shot
Saying that you rap, I wanna hear them bars that you got
Biggie in my prime, deliver flows like I'm 2Pac
N***a, you not really fucking with me
Got a hundred bars for anybody thinking that they can diss me
I'm a renegade, so that's risky
Ain't no holding back on the mic so my n***a please don't tempt me
My n***a, I cannot, man, I'm too turnt up, aye
I told Capt to hit record and just turn me up, aye
N***as mad cause I'm that guy so they wassup, aye
Stack my money to the sky I'ma run it up, aye
[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella fucking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch on my lap, she fucking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
