text: Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches 
  I was selling dope when I was fourteen 
  Rein up with fifty what the fuck you mean? 
  The fuck you niggas mean? 
  I robbed em for two bands back there by the park 
  Dont you pull down in them partments after dark 
  Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard 
  Neighbor callin 12 she say we making noise 
  I pull up in the coupe you know it push start 
  I been jumped in the street I had a push start 
  Drank sippin lane switching with the gang bitch 
  Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame bitch 
  You say you wanna shoot we on the same shit 
  The shit a nigga tote will make a plane flip 
  VVSs make a nigga chain drip 
  Choppa flip a nigga like Liu Kang kicks 
  Smokin outta bag 
  Count a lotta cash 
  Drank a lotta syrup 
  Pop a lotta xans 
  Cook a lotta bricks 
  Hit a lotta licks 
  Tote a lotta sticks 
  Fuck a niggas bitch 
  Pull up in a Porsche 
  Pull up in a Rari 
  Pull up on a Harley 
  Bitch I beg your pardon 
  I been getting money 
  You been doing nothing 
  Baby daddy sorry 
  I been counting hundreds 
  Bitch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe 
  I pull up in a Benz & a Rari hoe 
  Valet walk up on me when I hit the door 
  I take that double cup and then I pour a fo 
  Im sippin codeine on the plane jack 
  First class shit with the gang jack 
  How much you gon pay me for your chain back 
  Pussy ass nigga got his chain snatched 
  21 Gang you know I claim that 
  These niggas say they shooting where your aim at 
  Niggas say they banging got they stain snatched 
  Boy you know you been a lame since like way back 
  I pull up on your hoe and then I dick her down 
  Ridin round the city with a hundred pounds 
  Ridin through your hood with a hundred rounds 
  If I catch a play then imma gun em down 
  Smokin outta bag 
  Count a lotta cash 
  Drank a lotta syrup 
  Pop a lotta xans 
  Cook a lotta bricks 
  Hit a lotta licks 
  Tote a lotta sticks 
  Fuck a niggas bitch 
  Pull up in a Porsche 
  Pull up in a Rari 
  Pull up on a Harley 
  Bitch I beg your pardon 
  I been getting money 
  You been doing nothing 
  Baby daddy sorry 
  I been counting hundreds