[Verse 1: TJ Porter]

Straight up out the trenches, they ain't show me no love

Now a young rich nigga taking first class trips (Yeah)

Used to be a youngin sellin' dimes as dubs

Now I'm running through the money 'fore I make that shit

So you know we keep the chops 'cause the envy me

As soon as we see an opp, know it's R.I.P.​

You can see it through my shirt, yeah, my chain icy

I'm a young rich nigga, wanna be like me

[Verse 2: Calboy]

I'll spend a couple racks on ice

Swear to God, it's a nickle and dime

You don't know what I see with my eyes

Boy, you lying, you ain't take no life

Hit the mall, I ain't checking no price​

Burning, gotta get a 'Wood, get high

Spot his ass, we'll kill him on sight

And my dawgs in the trap all night

[Verse 3: TJ Porter]

Bitch, we gon' kill him on sight

Chain on froze and my wrist on ice

Stare long, you might lose your life

Have your homie knock you off if the price is right

Off of 122nd, we wild, boy

In the stu', I'm with 147 Calboy (Yeah)

I came up with my brothers, we ground boys

Yeah, potatoes, they cover the "blaow" noise

[Verse 4: Calboy]

I'm too busy serving niggas

Don't hit my phone 'less it's urgent

Yeah, I be working, so I be curving bitches

You gotta earn it

Stand on that block if you workless, yeah, I be churching niggas

You got some nerve, lil' nigga

Ain't put in no work, lil' nigga

I let it blow like it's legal

Been down your block, let it burst

It feel like the purge, lil' nigga

[Verse 5: TJ Porter]

I let it blow like it's legal

Always in a G5, fly like an eagle

Tinted up the V, no windows see-through

We gon' slide on your block, clean it up, no sequel

Diamonds in the face, yeah, they crushed up now

Bitches who done curved know they fucked up now

I was singing all my songs, yeah, the crowd too loud

I'm a young wild nigga, no, I can't calm down

[Verse 6: Calboy]

That chopper gon' sing like a harmony

I'm from the trenches, I lost a few niggas

I swear they done took a lil' part of me

I keep a stick and it's fully-loaded

Fuck niggas thinking 'bout robbing me

We will not talk, ain't no arguing

We got more sticks than an armory

Told a bitch mind your business, don't bother me