Intro
Ohhhh
Still in the trenches, we from the trenches
[?]
[?]
This should be so daily
Ahhh

Verse 1 (Lil Zay Osama)
Posted in the trenches I was robbing n***as daily
Police see me like "Come here", I run and they chase me
[?] somebody lost their baby
Gotta keep one in my chamber they tryna take me
They body bagging anyone, ain't any fun
These bitches fucking anyone, come and give me some
Hop out I know them blicky's with me, there's plenty of 'em
Had to cut off n***as when I was broke, they ain't see me now

Chorus
Streets got me dehydrated, I need some wah-wah
Goo-goo gaa-gaa, sippin' on that bah-bah
Now I like Benihana's, always used to buy [?]
Got it on my own never depended on mama
[?] extension chords, got my [?] from papa
[?], we don't do them rah-rah
Long live Ra-Ra, he's uncles with [?]
But I'm a shotta, respect the shotta
Verse 2 (Cosha TG)
Just based off my skin tone, I know gone hate me
Just based off my lifestyle, I know bitches gone chase me
Once I show you the rythmn it's gon' be hard to replace me
Don't get caught in no lies it's gon' be hard for you to face me
Even when I discuss you 100 bitches wanna text me still
Ain't no dummy with that gun, it's on safety still
You want all of me but bitch you can't take me still
Won't be caught around no n***as, [?]

N***as steal you, life n***as steal your ice
They just want your bitch, tryna steal your wife
But you ain't worth as much as me, you can't steal my price
I'm worth it all, bet the bank on me
[?] got the tank on me
I can see it in your mannerisms, you gon' flake on me
I can feel it when there ain't no tension you gon' hate on me
If I was down and you was up, no you wouldn't wait on me
First chance you get to do me dirty you gon' pray on me
Amen, amen, say your grace, say your grace
Wasn't hunting with me in the field so you don't get no plate
Know your place, know your place
Know your place, know your place

Verse 3 (S7eaze)
We don't trust anyone in this game, yeah we animals
[?], we drinking blood like we cannibal
If we wasn't ruthless, streets they eat us like a can of food
Don't fuck with n***as, them boys muggin' and they [?]
Tryna kick it with us cause we shinnin' yeah we famous
We live like rapstars, we from where it's dangerous
And now I'm deaf as hell if it ain't money ain't your language
Reason why your bitch tryna fuck cause she wants fame, yeah
Cautious on my phone, make me feel like I'm insane, yeah
All this fake love and it's working on my brain, yeah
All this fake love and it's working on my brain, yeah
Chorus
Streets got me dehydrated, I need some wah-wah
Goo-goo gaa-gaa, sippin' on that bah-bah
Now I like Benihana's, always used to buy [?]
Got it on my own never depended on mama
[?] extension chords, got my [?] from papa
[?], we don't do them rah-rah
Long live Ra-Ra, he's uncles with [?]
But I'm a shotta, respect the shotta

Outro
[?]
[?]
These n***as know, these bitches know that I'm a shotta
Yeah
Ohh, yeah
N***as know I'm a shotta
N***as know I'm a shotta, yeah