[Intro]
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
[Verse 1: Hellboy Rodd & Damedot]
Make one false move and them boys murkin' you
Any problem with the goons, we the first lurkin' (Mm-hmm)
I sit and watch your crib, nigga, fuck searchin'
Two hours to my crib, now them Percs workin' (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Damedot]
Pull up in that Maybach truck and I crack the curtains
Drop a 'bow on a nigga like I'm Kendrick Perkins
If bro make you famous on the camera, he gon' get a jersey (They gon' cook him)
But if he get away clean, I'ma give him 30
[Verse 3: HellBoy Rodd & Damedot]
My life is so real, I ain't gotta write (At all)
Ten thousand tied Perkies, I ain't gotta fight 'em
My bitch got all the cake, she just need some icing (Ice, ice)
If I get hungry in the jungle, I'ma whoop a tiger (Rrr)
I'm finna fire up this opp, somebody pass the lighter (Where it's at?)
You know I do my own stunts, bitch, I'm like MacGyver
I went straight to West V and tried to dodge indictments
Then drove straight to Tennessee, bitch, I ain't got a license (Nope)
Ask Ronday 'bout me, nigga, he might tell you somethin'
But if I'm jammed in that room, I can't tell you nothin' (Shh)
You say you like to buy, well, let me sell you somethin'
Ain't no hand-to-hand, check your mail, it's comin' (You ain't get it from me?)
You better let me know that you got that package, though
I got that good Cuban molly with that back of blow
See, I'm consistent with this shit, I keep my mag for sure (Sure)
I'll kill your ass, I ain't your average Joe
[Chorus: Damedot & Hellboy Rodd]
I've been gettin' money for so long, I expect this shit
I can't even look a nigga way if he ain't got a kit (Ice, ice, ice)
You've been sellin' dope all your life and you ain't got a brick?
Bro, he out here 'bow sellin' work that he know can't even take a hit
Uptown, gettin' money like it's '88 (Like the eighties)
Rihanna with these choppers, let them bitches shake
OVO, they wanna sign me 'cause these baby Dracs (Yeah)
Miami in November like I'm Babyface
[Verse 4: Hellboy Rodd & Damedot]
Used to love granny house, I made twenty in that same spot (Yeah)
God bless the motherfuckin' mafia like I'm Damedot (Real gutter shit)
No book paper roll on me, rip a page out (Yeah)
Rose gold Patek, it'll take a nigga main down
Child like I'm Dev window 'cause he like to hang out (For real)
Brother for the logo, we just tryna dodge a raindrop (Yeah)
I'm in a party with that ride, send you to Hell, boy
When I pull up, he come and get the bag like a bellhop
How ironic, I was a kid gettin' bread, slangin' butter (Duh)
Fully on that FN'll make that bitch stutter
That nigga Damedot, he one rich motherfucker
I just really want the head, yeah, bitch, I'm tryna slut her (You know what's up)
Louis on my shirt (Louis), bad bitch in my sheets (Mwah)
A couple men ridin' like blood brothers, he turn up on you, I got him covered (I got it)
She want me to get her surgery 'cause she know what's comin' (She know what's on)
Damedot motherfuckin' racks, bitch, the one and only
[Chorus: Damedot & Hellboy Rodd]
I've been gettin' money for so long, I expect this shit
I can't even look a nigga way if he ain't got a kit (Ice, ice, ice)
You've been sellin' dope all your life and you ain't got a brick?
Bro, he out here 'bow sellin' work that he know can't even take a hit
Uptown, gettin' money like it's '88 (Like the eighties)
Rihanna with these choppers, let them bitches shake
OVO, they wanna sign me 'cause these baby Dracs (Yeah)
Miami in November like I'm Babyface (Duh)
[Outro]
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
