[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Child of the trenches, I'm a gang member
VVS, frostbites on the chain, n***a
Walk up on him, introduce the K, n***a
Like where blood and 'em from? What he say, n***a?
I sold onions at the market with my Tre n***as
And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with 'em
You know the usalama on him, gotta stay with him
Knock your stupid ass down, try to play with him
My n***as in the streets, really out the trenches
We up and poppin' n***as, fuck the opposition
We up and poppin' n***as, fuck the opposition
Leave your facials half full, very optimistic
I'm not listening, every single rock glisten
Ask your bitch about the Mozzy, we them top n***as
We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop n***as
I don't adopt n***as, you are not squad, n***a

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet
Bad bitch, work two jobs and get taxes
Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma
All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub
And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that n***a that'll do that
And oh, I can't lie, love the way that you move that
You know, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips, n***as know I keep two straps
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
MCM backpack, lil n***a, back, back
Fuck where that ass at, bitch, where that cash at?
Loud when we smoking, lil dope, we don't mash that
Any sucker n***a sliding through getting clapped out
House lick, we running through that bitch like it's FasTrak
Remember all them days I was broke, but I'm past that
Get the job done when I'm busting, I don't backtrack
Hit his block with them chops out like it's Baghdad
Shooter like Mad Max, leave a n***a stretched out
All headshots, dumb n***a, put that vest down
Beat the pussy up like a young n***a fresh out
Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring the jets out
N***as ups on the kid, I'll bust a n***a head
These .762s knockin' off a n***a dreads
Money on my mind, all I think about is bread
And tell your bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head
A bunch of young n***as sick with it like 40
350 Yeezy Boost, n***a, these ain't Roshes
On my bag flow, I'm tryna bust down a Rollie
My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy
Pour two fours in that yellow, no Kobe
Got OG's that'll still shoot like Ginobili
A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
And, bitch, I'm from the Crest where shit get funky, n***a
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet
Bad bitch, work two jobs and get taxes
Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma
All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub
And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that n***a that'll do that
And oh, I can't lie, love the way that you move that
You know, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips, n***as know I keep two straps

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I'm so anti, anti
Can't trust these bitches, no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no
You fuckin' with a savage
Still remember days I ain't have shit
Everything designer, I don't match shit
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it
You ain't fuckin' with a boss n***a
Don't touch, don't ask how much these cost, n***a
Just know I, know I
Got tints so dark can't see no eyes, both eyes
And that's why, I'm so anti, anti
Can't trust these bitches, no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby