[Intro]
Fight, young n*gga, gon fight
Selling that breakdown, mix it up with the dynamite
Nah, forreal
Y'all n*ggas ain't know about the up and down, n*gga?
Really in the trenches, boy, you n*ggas out here playin' games, man
[?] and I'm smokin lot of that reefer
Ridin' round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent ayy
Trapnanana! (ooo)
[Chorus]
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young n*gga, go fight
Came up selling that breakdown and dynamite
pus*y n*gga, is you ready to die tonight?
n*gga, you fell off, you gon be aight
I got the money, I don't look light
Skinny ass n*gga, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
pus*y ass n*gga think twice
I'm shooting sh*t, not shooting dice
I had to stay down catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these n*ggas like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussing juggs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, "Ooo, this sh*t is dynamite!"
[Verse]
You know you done f*cked up, right?
Luciano, he don't f*ck with the mice
I'm still drinking lean from the other night
n*gga want beef, he ain't gotta fight
Imma pull up with that dynamite
I came up from selling that dynamite
I came up from selling the breakdown
n*gga come through and come get you a breakdown
I got the loosies, gon breakdown
Givin' them n*ggas a shakedown
Auntie say, "Ooo," she like how it taste now
I might go cop me a Wraith now
Luciano, he not underground
I just be bringing them other sounds
And you know, I got a hundred rounds
And it be makin' them thunder sounds
This man gotta gotta be different
They takin' sh*t and they always be trippin
It be hitting n*gga off in the distance
It 'ont even care if it hit at your folks
It 'ont even care if it hit at the Pope
I'm riding around, I'm the Pope
I'm riding around with the dope
Lil n*gga better lay low
[Chorus]
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young n*gga, go fight
Came up selling that breakdown and dynamite
pus*y n*gga, is you ready to die tonight?
n*gga, you fell off, you gon be aight
I got the money, I don't look light
Skinny ass n*gga, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
pus*y ass n*gga think twice
I'm shooting sh*t, not shooting dice
I had to stay down catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these n*ggas like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussing juggs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, "Ooo, this sh*t is dynamite!"
[Outro]
You know you done f*cked up, right?
You know you done f*cked up, right?
You know you done f*cked up, right?
pus*y n*gga, is you ready to die tonight?
You know you done f*cked up, right?
You know you done f*cked up, right?
You know you done f*cked up, right?
pus*y n*gga, is you ready to die tonight?