Ian coolin off bitch im pushin wit that heat pressure busts pipes bloody nose gone leak the boy got hurt cause he thought shit was sweet Bitch I'm plugged in with the cartel yea I got locked up but just post bail ain't changin shit throw that dope on the scale gas bags still comin in you can smell I thought this was class brought my choppa show and tell yea we servin packs you kno they comin thru the mail UPS National world sales Bitch we gettin chips gettin cheese rotel You can catch me in the nawff or at the stove by the sink you Trynna come shop spend sum cash or send yo link you bitch she hmu she sent emoji wit a wink she Trynna hustle tk she like when you Trynna link I'm like nah bae I'm good money callin I can't think hung up on the bitch it's back to skatin in the rink Ian got time baby I can't buy yo drink my choppa gotta red beam the bitch heat seek the bullets in the clip pop out hide n go seek yea I fucked yo bitch she pretty thicc ha pussy pink my niggas scary pop out wit the masks we bout to creep the glock gotta red dot and I'm aiming at yo teeth bitch we strapped wit drakes Taliban of the street imma grind until I fall and make sure all my niggas eat if they take 1 of ours we takin 7 4 deep we ain't takin no mo losses we ain't gone accept defeat I jus made my plug 4 thousand inna week show me a young nigga doin Shi like me bitch you see it's trench Kidd you can tell but I can preach heard you talkin shit best be ready we gone see cause I love all the action bitch I live for all the beef stop wit all that cappin fake flexin sendin tweets bullets pretty hot like fye come n see damn dj why I had to gone and kill the beat Trench Kidd mobbing steady clutching on that heat