[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, where the fuck the lighter at?

[Verse]
Drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hatin’ 'cause that spot be busy
Told them folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip before I hit a opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fye on my side
N***a think he throwed, we tryna open his eye
I'on be lacked out, I got two different fyes
Spin the bitch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made the bitch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she's pie
My blick gon' slang, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
N***as don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
Drip expand, and so do the price
Nig-, my paper, they fight
I'on ever say shit but these n***as bitin'
My drip is spacious, you thinkin' you fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my blick out, I know the bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
Re-, make regular drip look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout drip, ah, you not even on that
N***a be hatin’ but that’s light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, this bih-
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on shit, you can't relate to the street
Sellin' that 'za, we had to leave for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
N***a better stand down, that boy ready to retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weave
Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have, n***a hatin’ in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Puttin' on brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench shit, n***a, fuck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand
Know this shit yuck when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' the Benz
I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants?
I'on trust shit, you see my-
I'on trust shit, you see my-, uh, uh
I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants?
I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants?
[Outro]
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck