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[Intro: TrenchBaby]
Grraow, grraow, grraow, grraow
Bitch, it's the richest gangbanger (Uh)
(Thanks, Yakree)
(T this bitch up, Tone)
Uh

[Chorus: Trench Baby & Polo G]
Uh, Dracos, MACs, and nicks, might hop out and blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)
Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (Brrah)
I just might walk in this bitch with my gun out, four-five compound, plannin' on bustin' (Brrah)
And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond, brrah (Come out)
He tried to reach for my lil' chain and died
Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side
You would think my niggas Hot 'nem 'cause I cannot stop them
We walk down the ride (Brrah)
Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a 9
Who the fuck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' a mag'
Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit (Uh)
He tried to slide through with no mask (Brrah)

[Verse 1: Polo G]
It's Lil' Cap' and Trench, who gon' come after us?
Glock perform and he wrappin' shit up
They gon' need your height for a coffin, we scorin' like bosses
You ever start sizin' him up
New pipes, bodies, and backends, hoes doin' backbends
We just keep addin' shit up
He like to diss when he rappin', we catch him lackin'
We just gon' clap him to dust
Hell nah, I ain't cappin' 'bout shit, Evergreen where I'm stamped
Why the fuck would I lie to you niggas?
Flow through the 'Raq in them 'Burbans
Calis and foreigns, we like to ride with them blickas
We got that call on the E-way, foenem start swervin'
We out in traffic, go get him
It be the niggas who like sneak dissin' the hood
They'll see me and ask for one picture
Fuck you mad 'bout, a handout or somethin'?
You don't like all these bands that I'm thumbin'?
Oh, he probably just mad I ain't front him
He can't say that he ran off with nothin'
Seventeen, on the race to a million
Slow grind every day, I was huntin'
Now if I want him dead, they slump him
He got caught with his pants down, runnin'

[Chorus: Trench Baby]
Uh, Dracos, MACs, and nicks, might hop out and blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)
Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (Brrah)
I just might walk in this bitch with my gun out, four-five compound, plannin' on bustin' (Brrah)
And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond, brrah (Come out)
He tried to reach for my lil' chain and died
Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side
You would think my niggas Hot 'nem 'cause I cannot stop them
We walk down the ride (Brrah)
Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a 9
Who the fuck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' a mag'
Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit
He tried to slide through with no mask (Brrah, brrah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Don't know what happened
All I know, nigga play with me, I'm clappin'
Automatic all my whips with no wrappin'
Bitch on my lap when I pick up the backend, uh
Ayy, yeah, I'm from that end
150 EBK if ever that end
Up a stick, let it spray if I'm lackin'
I'ma still play it safe if it's crackin', uh, ayy (Phew)
What's in a truce?
Boost you up, what that pill do
Used to see demons off them boulders
Now I'm sober, I still do (Still)
Ask for help, then look in the mirror
And tell myself, "This the real you"
Every day, I pray to follow my dreams
A nigga like me still'll kill you (I'll kill you)
I'll blow a hundred, I'll feel too
You ain't gettin' money, I don't feel you (Fuck)
Bitch, I'm straight from them trenches too
Laundry bag smell like mildew
Still tryna get rich with my crew
Even though I turned down a deal or two (Ayy)
I probably let off a clip or two
Probably got behind a wheel or two, uh