If you a prodcut of trenches of the trenches hold yo wrist up Same time last year I was broke and tryna run it up I got up off my ass to chase a check And I ain’t look back This lil bitch fine as hell I might js pay to get her new bag You trippin bro I’m tryna slide a foreign you acting like a bitch It’s plenty more for all of us so Don’t matter if you first to get it Punching in on baby beats I’m floating why I’m talking Smoking hella weed i be high I be feeling nauseous Rippin running streets all this clubbing and all this partying I’m into getting money and spending I got a problem with it 13 nighas behind me who got a problem wit me You think we ain’t movin but movin like the army if you see me chilling wit them broke nighas cut me off I be trippin evrytime they say my name I think a opp comin I can fuck the bag off more than once because I got money Having shit my way the streets a tell you just how I’m comin