[Intro]
(Ayy, Dawson, gang, you worldwide)
Yeah
RTB shit
Let that bitch breathe
Yeah

[Chorus]
Coast-to-coast whips, we in Cali with them foreigns
I done fell asleep, send the addy in the morning (Yeah)
I be in the Lam', you in Challys, bitch, you boring (Yeah)
Why you call my phone? Bitch, you know that I'm recording (C'mon)
Got some more Diors, man, you know I got sick of those (Yeah)
Green with the Off-White, call me Piccolo (Damn)
N***as loose as hell, leave the crib without a stick to tote (Yeah)
Tired of the club, told my plug to go get a boat

[Verse]
Why you look confused? Girl, you know we do this often
Caught a n***a lackin', throw it up, Randy Moss him (Yeah)
QP of that Larry Bird, I'm in Boston (I'm in, ayy)
Opp think he on, I'ma have my n***a off him (Got to)
Made it out the hood, bitch, you know I had to roll the dice
'42 with the Azul, what you on tonight? (What you on?)
You rockin' fake diamonds, ears green, what, you clonin' ice?
Money on my head, shit, that's cool, I'm prone to lice (Yeah)
Was kickin' bitches out the Bnb, you walkin' home tonight (Damn)
Two-three knock his head off if I'm zonin' right (The fuck?)
Damn, I meant three-two
Hit him in his lip, look like Fantasia when we see you
Ballin' like the Answer, in in Philly like an Eagle (Yeah)
In Flint, we RTB, but in Miami, we The Beatles (Yeah)
I told that bitch, "You stuffin' to Kentucky, then I need you"
Pull up to the hood Drac'd up, know I keep two (Nah)
[Chorus]
Coast-to-coast whips, we in Cali with them foreigns (Got to)
I done fell asleep, send the addy in the morning (Yeah)
I be in the Lam', you in Challys, bitch, you boring (Bitch, you boring)
Why you call my phone? Bitch, you know that I'm recording (Man, c'mon)
Got some more Diors, man, you know I got sick of those (Got to)
Green with the Off-White, call me Piccolo (Call me, yeah)
N***as loose as hell, leave the crib without a stick to tote
Tired of the club, told my plug to go get a boat (Bitch)

[Outro]
RTB, n***a
I'm a Real Trench Baby