[TrenchBaby]
Clout, clout, clout, clout (Uh)
Bitch, Trench the richest gangbanger, uh
(Thanks Zachary)
(T´d this bitch up, Tone)

Uh, uh

[Trench Baby, Polo G]
Dracos, MAC´s, and Nick´s, might have him 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 might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compound, plan on bustin´ (Brrah)
And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin´, we scorin´ like Andre Drummond (C´mon)
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 could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)
Pull up and shoot, I´m a dump out a nine
Who the fuck savin´ bullets? I´m dumpin´ the mag

Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles (Brrah)
(Uh)

[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 coffee we scorin´ like bosses, you ever start sizin´ him up
New pipes, bodies, and back end´s
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 no, 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
Cali´s and foreign´s, we like to ride with them blickers
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 a picture
Fuck you mad ´bout, a handout or something?
You don´t like all these bands that I´m thumbin´
Oh he prob´ 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 everyday, I was huntin´
Now if I want ´em dead, they slump him
He got caught with his pants down, runnin´ (Uh, uh)

[Trench Baby]
Dracos, MAC´s, and Nick´s, might have him 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 might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compound, plan on bustin´ (Brrah)
And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin´, we scorin´ like Andre Drummond (C´mon)
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 could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)
Pull up and shoot, I´m a dump out a nine
Who the fuck savin´ bullets? I´m dumpin´ the mag
Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles (Brrah)

[G Herbo]
Don´t know what happened
All I know nigga play wit´ me, I´m clappin´
Automatic all my whips, I´m not rappin´
Bitch, I´m on lap when I pick up the backend, uh
Ayy, yeah, I´m from that end
150 EBK, if ever that end
Hop wit´ a stick, let it spray if I´m black and
I´m still play safe, if it´s crackin´, uh (Phew)
Won´t sell the truth
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, "It´s the real you"
Everyday I pray to follow my dreams, nigga like knees, ´til they kill you (Why kill you?)

I blow a hundred, I feel to
You ain´t get money, I´on feel you (Fuck)
Bitch I´m straight from them trenches too
Laundry bag smell like mildew
Still tryna get rich wit´ my crew
Even though I turned down a deal or two (Ayy)
I prolly let off a clip or two
Prolly got behind a wheel or two, uh