[Intro]
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Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy)
Uh
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[Chorus]
Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack
I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps
I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats

[Verse 1]
The way this chopper get to twitchin', bitch, look like it's special ed
I fap n***as down with this stick, you want a hat, aim at his head
I don't just fuck and give hoes dick, poke out your lips, I want some head
This Glock need to learn how to walk, I just went bought this ho a leg
I pray death upon my opps, I catch me one, he know he dead
I was gon' shoot out the whip, might hop out, walk him down instead
Thought he was a shotta 'til them shots rang and tore up his dreads (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy)
We the reason them switches hot, bitch, free my brother out the feds

[Chorus]
Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack
I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps
I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats
[Verse 2]
I hate a bitch that have my number, I can't give a ho receipts
I only text hoes in vanish mode, you screenshot me, bitch I'ma see
I fucked you on the first night, bitch, how you gon' talk down on me?
Clean that lil' pussy with some wipes, lil' ho, you triflin' for the streets
I met this one lil' bitch in Texas, she ate dick 'til I was soft
I tried to move that ho lil' head, I had to push her to get her off
I went bulletproofed the whips, move 'round the city like I'm Dolph (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy)
I don't do payments, ain't shit rented, everything you see with me, I bought

[Chorus]
Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack
I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps
I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats