[Verse 1]
I am lord of the trenches ‘cause that’s where our n***as stay
Baby girl want to fuck and I can see it in her face
Swear to god I need a bae, yellow bone like Lisa Ray
Put some E’s in the 40 like a n***a from the bay
Goddamn, ‘round the way, a new homi every day
They come through and let it spray and pray that you don’t catch a stray
We don’t fuck with cops, screaming fuck the opps to they face
Keep that thing on my waist, rest in peace to Freddie Gray
Styrofoam sipping, big pimping, n***a how you living?
Never slipping, got the Ruger hitting in my True Religion
Uber everywhere, couple thots on my back porch
Why you babysitting, you ain’t sipping what you asked for
Got his wifey missing, all my bitches getting passports
Say she bloody dripping, I’m like what you think that ass for?
I’m on my PDM shit, Cloud Gang shit
Sticking to her gums like some fucking [?]
I’m on my 33rd shit, marble hall shit
Ghost [?] shit, ballin’ hard on a bitch
Got a couple bad bitches and they uber everywhere
I can’t go anywhere ‘cause I got shooters everywhere
I be talkin’ ‘bout the trenches and you n***as never there
You can go to war and shoot it out, bitch I’m never scared
Got her in her Vicky Secrets, walking in her underwear
I can’t fuck her in her crib because her mama always there
Every time we hit the club everybody stop and stare
Cause they know we got them things, like how they get them guns in here?