Créditos
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Montavious Oliver
Composição
Gary Bass
Composição
Letra
My **** tote k's like the clan
Big drum like I play for the band
Section 8 used to play in the sand
My og was moving them grams
Finessing my **** ain't playing
See twelve in the cut and we ran
Young **** grew up with the dealers and killers
Come from the mud, the dirt, and the trenches
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the streets where you ain't from
Grew up in the trap where the J's come
My og was stacking that j money
These **** don't know where I came from
See twelve on the ave, ain say nothing
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my **** the slums
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my **** the slums
Fuck yo man crush that **** a bum
Shoot with the AK it hit like a drum
These **** be running like Forest Gump
No gas, pop out the cut with the pump
Cuzzo was serving that gas like a pump
Eighty seven, ninety three what you want
No love for these bitches, you know it's lust
I go get the money my **** a must
My diamonds they yellow like school bus
Pissy diamonds on me King Tut
These fuck **** ain't show no love
I came up no fucks
These fuck **** grimy, I peep shit
Twelve come ain see shit
My gang ain't the **** to beef with
I cook up a platter beef shit
These **** be acting like Brad Pitt
That capping and flawging it ain't it
I seen yo new bih **** ain pressed
Rocking fake gold **** ain pressed
My **** Lil Gutta put holes in yo vest
MDM kash gone ride for the set
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the streets where you ain't from
Stay down with my **** and day ones
Can't fuck these **** they straight bums
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
Grew up in the trap where the js come
I dare a fuck **** to say some
My **** tote k's like the clan
Big drum like I play for the band
Section eight used to play in the sand
My og was moving them grams
Finessing my **** ain't playing
See twelve in the cut and we ran
Young **** grew up with the dealers and killers
Come from the mud, the dirt, and the trenches
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the streets where you ain't from
Grew up in the trap where the js come
My og was stacking that j money
These **** don't know where I came from
See twelve on the ave, ain say nothing
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my **** the slums
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm from the trenches
From the nine hoe
You steady capping, fuck you lying for
I want that AMG, dark tint I'm sliding hoe
Like Chiraq, I'm with that bullshit keep that nine hoe
Save that bullshit for the birds
Lil hoe out yo word
I'm tryna hit Lenox and splurge
Finesse me some words
I work my move this shit so cool
That's why I love it
I'm from the gutter where them young **** be thugging
Yeah, don't play with Gudda
Ain the one to play with hoe
Fuck with us young **** love them guns they blow
Yeah, yeah I'm the ****, I'm the dude hoe
I'm so flexed up, I can get rude hoe
Yeah, boy you better watch your hoe
I'm looking at her through the scope
I'm the man yeen know
I'm just tryna fucking blow
Book me for a show
All I want is fucking cash
I'm in love with the dough, woah
My **** tote k's like the clan
Big drum like I play for the band
Section eight used to play in the sand
My og was moving them grams
Finessing my **** ain't playing
See twelve in the cut and we ran
Young **** grew up with the dealers and killers
Come from the mud, the dirt, and the trenches
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the streets where you ain't from
Grew up in the trap where the js come
My og was stacking that j money
These **** don't know where I came from
See twelve on the ave, ain say nothing
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my **** the slums
Young fofo I really came from shit
Shit make the grass grow
Now I'm lit
Hold on Vonta, pass me the stick
Tryna catch my luck, umma give you the fist
Swish, nothing but net when I shoot at yo bitch
I stay getting fly, be forgetting the take pics
I pour up the wok and get high as the stars
Young fofo he coming with nothing but bars
I seen a hundred k in all large
Finessing and jugging I'm working this Klarna
Got so many strains like I picked out the garden
I fuck from the back and her pussy keep farting
Got private classes like you go to a charter
I did moves all the way in Florida
Fuck hard, boy times was harder
Used to hate medicine now I drink out a baby bottle
Stay out the mix and do what you do
Monkey see, monkey do
If he jump off the bridge then you doing it to
You broke as a bitch if you still smoking glue
Get you some money, and watch how they pop out the blue
I came from the streets, boy I'm telling the truth
Backwood filled up with nothing but boof
Read about it like Dr. Suess
My **** tote k's like the clan
Big drum like I play for the band
Section eight used to play in the sand
My og was moving them grams
Finessing my **** ain't playing
See twelve in the cut and we ran
Young **** grew up with the dealers and killers
Come from the mud, the dirt, and the trenches
These **** don't know where I came from
I'm from the streets where you ain't from
Grew up in the trap where the js come
My OG was stacking that j money
These **** don't know where I came from
See twelve on the ave, ain say nothing
I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my **** the slums
Written by: Gary Bass, Montavious Oliver
