[Chorus]

I fell in love with the trenches

I run this shit like I'm on third and inches

Fuck up some commas

And run up the digits

You don't want problems

We pull up and hit 'em

I can't respond to no internet

The squad can't fit on no little jet

I can't feed the fam

With no little check

Who counting me out

Need they fingers checked

Holding me back

Only made me a bigger threat

I'm blacking out

Like a silhouette

Oh you say you a dog

But I been a vet

Bitch you ain't a big dog

You a gigapack

[Verse 1]

I can't be arguing

With no niggas

If I ain't talking money with you

Begging and yelling like hoes

I put a bell on the road

Before I'm selling my soul

Tell the label

To add some more o's

I'ma need me like 12 for a show

Anything less than that

I won't show

Don't ride the wave

Now you heard I'm what's happenin'

Thought I was dead

I popped up out the casket

Rest in peace Juice WRLD

I'm straight on them addicts

I'll fly 'em down

Till you just in the attic

OG be saying I'm just like my daddy

Catching in traffic

You know that we crashing

I'm riding strapped

But my seatbelt ain't fastened

She on the cash

She like Megan Thee Stallion

I tell your bitch I'm a good pussy bandit

I got a bag

I ain't worried about baggage

I flew her out the alley

Just to ram it

The roof panoramic

I see other planets

They shooting on planets

Your move and I blast

Don't care about my profession

I look like I'm trapping

Why I ain't rapping

Then send me that back end

Just how I planned it

Once you leave the clique

You can't come back in

We don't do no switch sidin'

Can't be around me undecided

Cross me once bitch

Stay on that side then

[Chorus]

I fell in love with the trenches

I run this shit like I'm on third and inches

Fuck up some commas

And run up the digits

You don't want problems

We pull up and hit it

[Verse 2]

You know my niggas

Be all about that dumb shit

Ain't no control

We don't come with instructions

I make a call

To one of my youngins

No question

They ain't stop pointing they busting

And the Glock got a ruler

If that ain't my slime

Hit him in his Medusa

Put a hole in his head

Now I bet they feel played

Niggas' partners won't do something

But we stalking niggas

Yeah we all at your house

Late at night like two something

Picture I put the Glock up

But I bought the drink

Cause this bitch gon' go through something

Yeah he buggin' on Instagram

But that's the main nigga

Who really gon' do nothing

Bitch I'm chasing this bread

Tryna hop in the foreign

I'm confused

Cause this bitch got a few buttons

Yeah I leveled up

Now I got their attention

Cause I hit the scene

With that new drip

Cashing out like casinos

We all smoking penos

Your girl tryna fuck

For a few chips

Gotta watch how you talk

Cause you probably wrong

Haters don't like you

They gossip got loose lips

I'ma make a nigga mad

When I blow up

And ice on my neck

And I pull out that new whip

[Verse 3]

Yeah I fell in love with the trenches

The money the missions

My scale and my glizzies

That nigga up early

That pack in the mail

Got cells at the trap house

And kitchen

Yeah most of these niggas

They really be lying

They playing both sides

They be switching

That nigga came all this way from the hall

[Chorus]

I fell in love with the trenches

I run this shit like I'm on third and inches

Fuck up some commas

And run up the digits

You don't want problems

We pull up and hitting

You know my niggas

Be all about that dumb shit

Ain't no control

We don't come with instructions

I make a call

To one of my youngins

No question asked

I point and they busting