[Intro: Hotboy Wes]
Right
What the fuck, nigga?
Hold on, you fucked up
Ayy, ayy, this what them real niggas ride to
This what they wanna listen to (This what they wanna listen to)
Ayy, they want that trench baby shit, nigga (They want that trench baby shit, nigga)
[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes]
Really from the slums, mama too strung to raise me (Raise me)
Granny had to take me, thank God she had some patience (Patience)
My apartments crazy, neighborhood like the Matrix (Fah, fah-fah)
Bummy out of booking, sell her pussy as a waitress (Yeah)
Yeah, that's my lil' baby
Street nigga, don't need to pay it
Bitch, you keep on hidin' from me, that's gon' be your people layin'
Run down on your man like I was Gucci Mane on Jeezy ass
Trenches think I'm hard, calling me god like I was Jesus' dad
Five door, hoover-groover flag
Bandana around the mag'
I'm tryna buck lil' boy ass, ain't tryna shoot up no pad
Nigga, I ain't tryna waste no ammo on no nigga house (House)
I'ma go get bae and get the date to bait 'em out (Out)
Before I started totin' Carbon, I been a sergeant
Ask the teacher about me, I been retarded since kindergarten (G)
I know niggas really robbin'
Tryna pull up in a 'Rari (Skrrt)
Bitch, you know I'm really from the—, really up out them apartments (Ugh)
Granny sick and senile, diagnosed her with glaucoma
She gon' have a seizure if she see I got this Glock on me
Boy, I got my block rollin' (Woo), tryna be a yacht owner
Really be in my feelings 'cause my mama in the streets and my daddy was off in prison
Right
What the fuck, nigga?
Hold on, you fucked up
Ayy, ayy, this what them real niggas ride to
This what they wanna listen to (This what they wanna listen to)
Ayy, they want that trench baby shit, nigga (They want that trench baby shit, nigga)
[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes]
Really from the slums, mama too strung to raise me (Raise me)
Granny had to take me, thank God she had some patience (Patience)
My apartments crazy, neighborhood like the Matrix (Fah, fah-fah)
Bummy out of booking, sell her pussy as a waitress (Yeah)
Yeah, that's my lil' baby
Street nigga, don't need to pay it
Bitch, you keep on hidin' from me, that's gon' be your people layin'
Run down on your man like I was Gucci Mane on Jeezy ass
Trenches think I'm hard, calling me god like I was Jesus' dad
Five door, hoover-groover flag
Bandana around the mag'
I'm tryna buck lil' boy ass, ain't tryna shoot up no pad
Nigga, I ain't tryna waste no ammo on no nigga house (House)
I'ma go get bae and get the date to bait 'em out (Out)
Before I started totin' Carbon, I been a sergeant
Ask the teacher about me, I been retarded since kindergarten (G)
I know niggas really robbin'
Tryna pull up in a 'Rari (Skrrt)
Bitch, you know I'm really from the—, really up out them apartments (Ugh)
Granny sick and senile, diagnosed her with glaucoma
She gon' have a seizure if she see I got this Glock on me
Boy, I got my block rollin' (Woo), tryna be a yacht owner
Really be in my feelings 'cause my mama in the streets and my daddy was off in prison
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