[Intro: Lil Durk & Lil Vell]
You know what the fuck going on
Real street shit, real trenches shit
Metro Boomin want some more, n***a!

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Ayy
Tote a bunch of them Glocks up
Pull up in a new Trackhawk
Livin’ like I’m Top Opp
Spinnin’ blocks, let that MAC talk
Pop a Perc’, I’m too geeked
Turn an opp to a new leaf
Made a mil’ this past week
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Got a Richard Mille wrapped around my fucking wrist
Got a bad bitch tryna suck me in the VIP
All this money, all this lean, got me feelin’ sick
He was dissin’ , now he in a ditch
N***as cappin’ like they out here sendin’ shots
We be on they block, 50 rounds up in this Glock
I got killers in the cut, they gon’ pull up, get you dropped
Put a switch up on that bitch, make it sing like it’s The LOX
Ayy, fuck the other side, bitch, we really steppin’
Told that boy it’s up, now his face up on a pendant
Said he want some smoke, but he hidin’, n***a, quit it
He was talkin’ gangsta, now he cryin’, beggin’ different
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Ayy
Tote a bunch of them Glocks up
Pull up in a new Trackhawk
Livin’ like I’m Top Opp
Spinnin’ blocks, let that MAC talk
Pop a Perc’, I’m too geeked
Turn an opp to a new leaf
Made a mil’ this past week
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Whippin’ up the work, got the trenches goin’ crazy
We been slidein’ back-to-back, like Durk and Baby
Heard he talkin’ tough, but he soft like a daisy
FaceTime with the plug, told him load up them cases
VVS diamonds, got my neck on froze
I was broke last year, now the bankroll swole
Say he want the smoke, we gon’ send him with his bros
Put his ass on TV, he ain’t make it to no shows
Yeah, I’m from the trenches, I can’t fuck with no pretender
Chopper hit his stomach, got him screamin’ like he injured
Murder in my city, boy, you better keep a pistol
Standin’ on my business, I can’t ever be a victim

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Ayy
Tote a bunch of them Glocks up
Pull up in a new Trackhawk
Livin’ like I’m Top Opp
Spinnin’ blocks, let that MAC talk
Pop a Perc’, I’m too geeked
Turn an opp to a new leaf
Made a mil’ this past week
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 3: Lil’ Vell]
Pop a lot of fuckin Percs, I don’t feel my face
Took his bitch, now he mad, told him stay in his place
Yeah
Draco got a kick, let it eat his face
Yeah
Two trap phones ringin’ at the same time
That’s your plug tryna send the same damn line
Told that boy, “Get the fuck up off my line”
He be cappin’, he ain’t servin’ no dimes
I got a love-hate thing for these snitches
Rather tote a Glock than be stuck up in the system
All my n***as with me, we ain't never duckin’ tension
Boy, I up this F&N, have him runnin’ like a victim
And these hoes say I’m toxic
‘Cause I hit once, then I dip, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no gossip
Bitch, we really step, got the city screamin’ ‘bout it
Had to cut some n***as off, talkin’ records to the coppers

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Ayy
Tote a bunch of them Glocks up
Pull up in a new Trackhawk
Livin’ like I’m Top Opp
Spinnin’ blocks, let that MAC talk
Pop a Perc’, I’m too geeked
Turn an opp to a new leaf
Made a mil’ this past week
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean