[Intro: Tadoe]
Ayy, what's poppin'?
You know how the f** we bleed, man
We get money and k** people, man
You hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man
Let's get it
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up
[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Tote somethin' illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, k** people
Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)
b**h, you know we fry, we really k** people (bang bang)
b**h, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)
b**h, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)
Catch a n***a lackin', it's a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve sh** (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, b**h (skrt skrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words, b**h? (huh?)
n***as sneak dissin', let me heard (bang bang)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco
She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's high and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach, and this b**h got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue
Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young n***a really from them blocks
Ayy p**y, here we come, if you ready or not
On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I k** people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
n***a need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up