got it out the mud out the trenches me n my niggaz in the field playing we aint warming benches sip a little drink get the thirst quenches tell them like playing tag they will never catch us looking up above, but we coming from beneath us why u make a scene why u make a fuss i been up chillin with my peoples dawn to dusk hate to go quick hate to be up in a rush like a pop can take ur fellings and we crush hateryd in my city looking over my shoulder who can we really trust explosive like gusher we really make there skull bust checking niggas out like block buster filling bitches up with all are homemade Custard smoking on some gas yeah smoking on that mustard bullet grazed by really made your butthole pucker niggas be tripping but them bitches dum dum like the sucker stuck in black n white stripes like marty call me chris tucker fly the bird around who gives a cherp who gives a fucker nip tuck or john tucker shake a rumper tear into a bumper got this one got that one now I f***** I don't give a f*** n**** I'm a ducker when I pull my clock yeah you know you're better duck bruh up all night we sleep in the same slumber but you know we party and you know we better dump her cuz I dump her I don't give a f*** yeah you know they call me slumper