[Intro: Lil' Roosta]
Ayy, Tay Keith, this a heater!
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta pain shit, yeah
We don't do no talkin’, we just pull up, let it bang, bitch!

[Verse 1: Lil' Roosta]
Spin through yo’ block, yeah, we lurkin’, where the opps at?
Hollow tips bustin’ out the drum, make ‘em drop fast
Mask on tight, I ain't leavin’ no witness
Told my youngins, "Fuck a case," we gon’ handle our business
Big stick hangin’, this ain't no prop shit
Caught him at the light, now his whip look like chopped shit
Fuck them boys talkin’, they ain't slidin’, they ain't steppin’
We gon’ up the murder rate, put his name up in them sections

[Chorus: Lil' Roosta & Big30]
Trenches talk, we don’t do no cappin’ in the booth
Hundred rounds, lеt it loose, we gon’ make ‘еm duck and move
Fuck yo’ gang, fuck yo’ set, they ain't never made the news
Every time we spin, we make sure we leave ‘em through

[Verse 2: Big30]
I be really in that field, keep a Glocky, fuck a deal
Fuck the judge, fuck the opps, fuck a statement, shit for real
Ayy, who you think you checkin’? You ain't tough, boy, you a bitch
Put them hollows in his chest, made his body do a twist
We don't beef on no computers, we just pull up where you at
Had my n***as do a mission, they gon’ spin and double back
Told that bitch don't hit my line unless she tryna drop the load
Ain't no love up in these streets, so we keep switches on the poles
[Chorus: Lil' Roosta & Big30]
Trenches talk, we don’t do no cappin’ in the booth
Hundred rounds, let it loose, we gon’ make ‘em duck and move
Fuck yo’ gang, fuck yo’ set, they ain't never made the news
Every time we spin, we make sure we leave ‘em through

[Outro: Lil' Roosta]
Yeah, bitch, this that trench talk
Say the wrong shit, then we chalkin’ out the white walk
Pull up with them demons, we ain't scared to let that pipe talk
If he move wrong, then his life lost—on gan