[Intro]
(Drumline)
(Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young n***as tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin' in the trenches
They hoppin' in my clique, inheritin' my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin', Maxo see inside the streets
Lil' n***a 13, got the older n***as plottin' on 'em
Wrinkled-ass tee, even though he got the iron on 'em
Hoppin' out of stolos, uppin' sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don't know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to God that this lick go
Serve raw indo', 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, got a problem, then they killin' 'em (Maxo, cuh-rip)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young n***as (Go), young dumb n***as (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Go)
Got Crip n***as (Cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (Sowoo)
Some real killers (What?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Uh-huh), they blast with me (Tell me what?)
They'll stash for me (Say what?), they'll crash for me (Say what?)
Go young, n***a (Go dumb), go dumb, n***a (Go dumb)
Go young, n***a (Oh no), go dumb, n***a (Oh no)
Got young n***as (Go), young dumb n***as (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Say what?)
Got Crip n***as (Cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (Sowoo)
Some real killers (Say what?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Ayy, ayy), they blast with me (Uh, uh)
They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Ayy)
[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young n***as in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don't even post a picture with no money, we comin' to get it (We from the trenches)
I hit a lick on a sucker, you should've known something was fishy (Stupid ass)
Hey, hey, I fucked that bitch and I blocked her 'cause she always up in my business (Damn, bitch)
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings (What a crap)
On some "Bad Boys," Will Smith shit, I'm on a mission (I'm on a motherfucking mission, woo, woo)
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon' run for them bitches (Yeah, woo)
I should've been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin' them fences (Hey, hey)
Fuck a detention (Brrt), I rather fuck with suspension (Dot, dot)
N***a been tellin' since elementary, I ain't fuck with no snitches (No, I can't fuck)
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin' from teachers, shootin' dice behind the bleachers (Hey)
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a n***a Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young n***as (Go), young dumb n***as (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Go)
Got Crip n***as (Cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (Sowoo)
Some real killers (What?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Uh-huh), they blast with me (Tell me what?)
They'll stash for me (Say what?), they'll crash for me (Say what?)
Go young, n***a (Go dumb), go dumb, n***a (Go dumb)
Go young, n***a (Oh no), go dumb, n***a (Oh no)
Got young n***as (Go), young dumb n***as (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Say what?)
Got Crip n***as (Cuh-rip), got Blood n***as (Sowoo)
Some real killers (Say what?), some drug dealers (Boom)
Got crash dummies (Ayy, ayy), they blast with me (Uh, uh)
They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Go)
Go young, n***a (Go), go dumb, n***a (Ayy)