[Intro]
(Oogie Mane came through with the treble)

[Intro: Yung Mojo]
Ayy, man, it's Yung Mojo
Shout-out my Working on Dying n***as
We still trapped in Juuginham
We trapped in the trenches
Circle Five, bitch, welcome to Hell
(Circle Five, I'm working on dying)

[Chorus: 1990Morgue]
Trapped in the trench (In the trench)
Gotta make it out this bitch, I need green like the Grinch (Bands)
We ballin' full court (Swish)
All these lames they be hating cause they riding on the bench (Ridin' benches)
Trapped in the trench (In the trench)
Gotta make it out this bitch, I need green like the Grinch (Bands)
We ballin' full court
All these lames they be hating man they riding on the bench (They ridin' the bench)

[Verse 1: 1990Morgue]
I'm finer than my bitch (Finer than my hoe)
Rare pieces from the thrift spent the check on my kicks (Spent the cash)
Dope runnin' in the fifth (Dope runnin', dope runnin')
Shoutsout to them fours all my n***as with the shits (shits)
Bloody like a horror flick
Shoutsout Lil B cause I flex that 36 (woo!)
Man your hoe on my dick (she on my dick)
But that ain't my fault, n***a, just control your bitch (Control your bitch)
2-2-3 in the whip
Steven Spielberg, man, I'm shooting all these clips (rra rra rra rra)
I threw some racks on the bitch
You can call me 9K cause that hoe finna strip (She finna strip)
[Chorus: 1990Morgue]
Trapped in the trench (Trapped in the trench)
Gotta make it out this bitch, I need green like the Grinch (Ayy, ayy)
We ballin' full court (Real pimp shit)
All these lames they be hating cause they riding on the bench (They ridin' the bench)

[Verse 2: Alvin Abyss]
Big bands and they bustin' out the seams (Racks)
Puttin' holes in my fuckin' Tommy jeans (Jeans)
Vintage n***a you know I don't fuck with 'preme
Lame n***as see us and they jock the steeze (And they jock it)
Hood goth shit straight from the trenches
Shawty fuckin' with me cause we up next bitch
Witchcraft shawty and she got them demon tats
And she heard that I was pimpin' and I'm tryna make some cash
Curry in the palace rollin' off them xans
Got a goth shawty in the pentagram
Sell a couple souls then I do the money dance
God damn my thumbs hurt from counting all these fuckin' bands

[Verse 3: Yung Mojo]
Goin' Scotty too hottie (Woo)
I don't fuck with the mollies (Woo)
But I fuck with the xans
And I fuck with the thotties (Thotties)
And she fuck with the molly (Molly)
She sniffin' white like she Bobby
She know Yung Mojo too cocky
Gotham she callin' me papi
All my bitches they foreign
All your bitches they borin' (Borin')
See an opp yeah I'm scorin' (Scorin')
Call my bro get to pourin' (Pourin')
Cali gas got me snorin' (Snorin')
I need the racks like I'm tourin' (Tourin')
Never lack I ain't snorin'
Got the heat yeah I'm torchin'
[Outro]
Look
It's still Circle 5 bitch
By this point you already know who the fuck it is
Trapped