[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
(They got Wooskii on the mix)
No, no, no, can't let them get to me
No, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
My facecard good in the trenches
Most you n***as who rappin' not active
You ain't never shot shit and you ain't killed shit, please just stop that cappin'
I don't even diss the opps no more, but shit, fuck them, we passed 'em
We do it for Bob, we do it for Pap, switch Glock, not no Macky
If you in the trenches, you know who I am, I ain't gotta post no blicks
Got my first Drac' and fell in love with it, I ain't wanna tote no sticks
He broke, he bummy as hell, tryna sneak diss 'cause I fucked his bitch
KO gon' tag his ass if I say so, but I don't send no hits
I don't even link with hoes I don't know, want lo', I send her off
He tried to put a bitch on me backdoor, nah, what the fuck he thought?
She fucked Boojean, I fucked her sister, shit, I ain't take no loss
He wanna do a feature, I ain't even sign yet, but that shit gon' cost
I got my Glock and that bitch came with a brrt, play with me, I'ma shoot
My drip like Purple jeans with a Moncler, but I Gucci the shoe
He post his bitch, I'm in her close friends, I was fuckin' her too
Postin' them blicks all on the internet that they ain't never gon' shoot
Got a lil' bitch last name Jackson, first name not no Janet
Any high-speed we in, if Woo or Doc drivin', I am not gon' panic
I was off lean, but I ain't even eat the pussy this time, I vanished (Stupid)
Lambo truck, this ain't no striker and this bitch not rented
I don't even hang on other n***as' blocks, I know that backdoor open
He was on some fan shit and got caught without it, left his shit open
Sniper say back of the yard, drop the lo' then, let that shit be noticed
I ain't never ducked shit and I don't 'net beef, I do shit on purpose
[Interlude]
On foenem
Ayy, man, everybody be tough as hell, gang, foe
Like, like motherfuckers don't know
The trenches talk, foe, like
Motherfuckers know who really like that and who ain't, bro, you know?
That's why n***as be tryin' you bitch-ass n***as 'cause they know y'all hoes, man
N***as don't play with me, you hear me?

[Verse 2]
Pop me an X pill, I blast off this time like fuck that Perky
Heartin' all my pictures give me backdoor vibes, red flag, she thirsty
Fuck with two condoms, I don't even fuck raw 'cause these hoes got herpes
Bitch, we got F&Ns, I like fifty shots, I give Clay them thirties
MO my dog for sure, splash bros, if I ain't fuck, he did
Why you on the 'net talkin' 'bout bodies, boy? Ain't shit you did
Pop Killa and Lucci pull up two switch Glocks, them is not no SIGs
Just fucked this model bitch off Instagram, could be Latto twin

[Outro]
On foenem
Ayy, that bitch look just like Mulatto, you hear me?
No cap, ayy
Ayy, long live Bob, man, long live Bway and Wop, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
G Pap forever, you know
Ayy, Bob, you know how we comin', man
Remember the last time I came home, man
What I say, man? Drop me off on the opps, man, I'll find my way back, man
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
You seen how we came for Pap, right?
Alright then, man