Done It All (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Polo G]
Gang
Ayy, man, look, man, I'm Too Turnt Gang, man
Y'all already knew that though, on foenem
What the f*ck?

[Verse 1: Polo G]
I'm from Tim block, we don't di*k ride
Took a few L's, we can't let sh*t slide
Glock gon' work, don't care 'bout his size
I ain't just losin' my top, I been fried
In the trap spot where your b*tch hide
Finally caught one opp, he should've been died
I'm from one block, I don't switch sides
To survive, I could give you a quick guide
Better duck when this four-fifth rise
He ain't with us, see the b*tch in his eyes
Just us on the forefront, runnin' with big guys
Run up on us, I don't think that sh*t wise
I'm the one who went platinum three times in the trenches, that's why I'm the top in the 'Raq
Early mornings, yeah, I get to grindin', go get it, was checkin' the profit from crack
I'm surrounded by shooters and killers every time that I hop in the 'Lac
Since a youngin knew I was that n*gga, that ain't him, so it's probably a act
Wooski'll make sh*t scary, just one deep
We put the belt on sh*t like your auntie
You think I'm cappin', well, lil' n*gga, come see
They undercover like 21 Jump Street
I'm recordin' the bros, they noddin' off lean, they gon' try to play like they want sleep
I took off in the race like Lightning McQueen, still let off the K, let my gun speak
Who the f*ck want smoke with us? Go to war, blicks loadin' up
And my lil' n*ggas trained to kill, so they hearts been cold as f*ck
They been goin' through pain for real, catch a opp, they know what's up
We'll leave his lil' ass by his trainin' wheels, tryna hop in this sh*t, you ain't old enough
[Bridge: Trench Baby]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, uh
Big brother, you tweakin' on this b*tch (Uh)
But you know how we do it though
Let me go and get they ass one time
Come here, where you goin'?
b*tch
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Trench Baby]
Park the V, bounce out, the first n*gga I catch I'ma make him a pack (Where you goin'?)
Old dude 'posed to be y'all breadwinner, how y'all let his dumbass get whacked? (Like what?)
Wooski on X in the back of the 'Lac (No bap)
Roc tryna ride and he screamin', "It's that" (Where you goin'?)
Reach for a diamond, Trench gon' up it and then bust it, then get a f*ck n*gga right back (Brrah)
Walkin' sh*t down my favorite sport (Like what?)
f*ck the opps, show no remorse (No bap)
Die 5, we crackin' the forks
If lil' n*gga playin', we lightin' the torch (Where you goin'?)
We wet sh*t up like Drench, uh (Brrah)
Turmoil out of that blitz (No bap)
I'm steady hopin' he die with his lil' mans, spin back and grant 'em a wish
Lil' Trench known for walkin' sh*t down (Like what?)
We wet 'em up and then watch 'em drown (No bap)
Brand new chopper, I'm lovin' the sound (Like what?)
Hundred round drum, unlimited rounds (Where you goin'?)
He felt the switch and went turnin' to God
His soul was lost and now that sh*t found (No bap)
Told Ms. Nancy, "I'm sorry for wakin' the neighbors, but this damn Drac' too loud" (Like what? Like what?)
[Verse 3: Polo G]
n*gga, all my bags heavy, I'm gettin' money
Come try to roll up on us while I'm holdin' this mag steady, you must be a dummy
Got like a hundred on us, all my guys ready, wrap sh*t like a mummy
I don't be givin' no f*ck, I heard he died, I'm petty, I think that it's funny, uh
This real life, I ain't cappin' on Pro Tools
Renegade, we don't f*ck with them old dudes
Man, these n*ggas be movin' like hoes
MAC or the Glock, I'll let my lil' bro choose
I was pushin' the pack by my old school
Had the sh*t for the low like Whole Foods
In this sh*t I could probably be gone soon
Mine or yours in the street, them cold rules

[Outro: Trench Baby]
Uh, n*gga, where your shooters at? (Like what?)
Uh, n*gga, where your shooters at? (Grrah)
Uh, n*gga, where your shooters at? (Where they at, n*gga?)
Ayy, Cap, man, where the f*ck his shooters at? (Where they at, n*gga?)