[Intro]
Na, na, na, na, na-na-na
(Fifty Grand)
(I miss you Angelus)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

[Chorus]
Came from the trenches, man, yeah, shooters on top of the rundown
Look like Taliban, pistols out of my mini, man, ain't a lot to get you hunt down
Dirty ass drugs out when the sun out
She crushing them pills, snort it up and then lick it
I had to get out, yeah, I had to to get out, man, I started itching

[Verse]
Ayy, glicks up with they whole fuckin' dicks out, n***a wanna get hit
And bullets way too hot right now, it will leave you n***a leaking
I'on wanna beef with a broke ass n***a, go get yo' lil' digits
Ayy, flyer than a damn pigeon
And yo' boyfriend sellin' pizza
Drum on the AR, see ya
If he get money I'll see ya
I think this Glock got a beacon
Slayworld n***as on recon
We finna fuck yo' bitch, boy begone
Oh, that's yo' lil' homie? put a beam on 'em
Pussy ass n***a, can turn yo' heat on
She want a lil' n***a to eat on
Think I got a lil' bitch in Milan
Send 3-0-8 to yo' Venmo