Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BashfortheWorld
Vocals
Mathaius Young
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sebastian Martell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mathaius Young
Producer
Lyrics
Damn , aye
Uh
Aye, damn
Aye
Real trench baby hit the stove and crash the bowl and put my wrist in
Pull up in a Cadillac-V-Escalade say what's the difference?
'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin out
My shit talkin' different
First **** wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'
Pull a hunnid out the booth and another hunnid out the trap
Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm praying or shootin' craps
I'm the first migo came out the D, put this shit up on the map
I throw crowns with all my kings, and let the clowns do all the cap
Say you ain't never see four migo whippin by the stove top
**** standing by the fridge in the trap cause this bitch is so hot
Pull the Escalade out the lot, hop out my leather so soft
Migo don't ever talk to me bout some shit you don't know bout
I woke up, and said a prayer, put one up top then roll out
Aye migo, I go to church and put ten blues on the plate
Drop twos in the drank
I got Jewels in the bank
You got twenty four-hours and you still choosin' to hate
By then I tie my boots and mix my trues up with bape
Aye first **** tryna play with us then we put tools to ya face
I'm forever turnt up, pass by the school with my drac
I brought my cup inside the church, I ain't been to sleep I'm still drinkin'
Fell asleep inside the flight, got double Gs up on the blanket
How the fuck is **** broke, I don't know how the hell is **** hatin'
I'm young and turnt up **** , I spend this shit fast as I make it
In Versace pourin up, they fuck with me, do what I want do
I flash my wrist at her just to show her that I want you
Been outside with the shit , I'm posted up just how I'm 'posed to
On the way to the money **** , it ain't nothing that I won't do
Aye
Damn
You sold yourself short, and in the end it wasn't worth it
You crossed some people out and that's the reason that it's workin'
You try to play with us and **** I'll leave your fam hurtin'
I'm turnt up and determined, sittin sideways while I'm swervin'
My shit hittin in the pics, but it look way better in person
I let my chain swing, everytime I slide; got heads turnin
I ain't gon' lie bruh, you never did nun for your block
You don't rap, you don't make no money, you don't trap, like you don't scam
You don't do a thing, so like what are you doin' with yo life forreal?
Aye
Real trench baby hit the stove and crash the bowl and put my wrist in
Pull up in a Cadillac-V-Escalade say what's the difference?
'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin out
My shit talkin' different
First **** wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'
Pull a hunnid out the booth and another hunnid out the trap
Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm praying or shootin' craps
I'm the first migo came out the D, put this shit up on the map
Written by: Christian Taylor, Sebastian Martell