[Chorus: Lil Richie & Pressa]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye

[Verse 1: Lil Richie]
Bitch, we are thuggin', yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin', that's how we all live
Fuck your 360 deal, no, we want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' [?] fuck a [?]
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young n***a watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get [?] from LA
I don't fuck with n***as, no, they fake
No, these n***as snakes
I'm with my n***as from the 6ix
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you [?]
That's so many mob n***as in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, n***a we done ate, n***a
Won't stop, n***a, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape n***as
Get [?]
Get his phone, put him on a plate, n***a
[Chorus: Lil Richie & Pressa]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye

[Verse 2: 24Heavy]
I might fuck that bih and send it off tomorrow
I might kill them Louis V today and Fendi tomorrow
I might rock the 40 with a balenciaga shirt
All my n***as big dogs, talkin' top shottas
I might jog the top just feel the breeze
Pull up n***a, pew pew sweet cheese
Like whoa whoa who, aye
I don't want the 40 without the extendo
9 times outta 10, there's some killas in the bando
Aye, project livin'
They can't never tell a soul
About them project killers
Can't keep a wrist out the bowl
He doin' project whippin'
He turns [?]
He a cold heart witness
Oh na na na na naaaa
[Chorus: Lil Richie & Pressa]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye

[Verse 3: Pressa]
We come from the woods, ain't talkin' Red Robin
A lotta n***as died when they shot Robin
[?]
Bullets have fuck n***a cryin'
And look at the angels fallin'
I grab that glizzy and go rob if I'm rock bottom
I've been out here tryna buy a 8 cup
Loyalty surprise me
Please don't let this money brake ya
Shit got crazier, Pressa need a mansion with a palladium
What you know about paddy wagon 8am
I was in the courthouse with albanians
Lawyer he a Jew, uh, but he a alien
They charge him with a murder, uh
And made me scratch my head
They charge him with [?]
[?]
[Chorus: Lil Richie & Pressa]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card
Brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye