Verse 1: First of all no im not a hot n***a middle of the trenches in the drop n***a , glizzy gang we motherf**ing cop k**ers. met every rap n***a they are not hittasrs Im heading to the ? its a raw house 20 bands for a show she bout fall out Feds see twenty bricks when they hit the house Couple n***as run they mouth knowin they can't call out Jays on my feet youve nevah seen them though Chain look I just won the Superbowl I dont talk to the plug on the speaker phone They just snatched Meek bout a week ago I Do not wear truks or Tommy Hilfiger n***as be like they f**in dont even chill wit us I be in the field with some real n***as I get hank and im the king of the hill n***a (trey-seven) When it comes to dc its just me and the skins But we just got d jackson so lets se whats up with that Call up your homie crush will have a slug fest Im selling scramble coke and smack scoota up next ? and i bought my b**h a ? Shoulda seen her when we got her she was t**ng Get the purple and my glizzy's get to merking ? throw some money dance with birdman Law 3 on the way