(The don of the five Trench Mob) Yeah Okgutta, yeah

John Gutta, you know what the fuck going on threek

I'm serving Dog when I say raw, I mean fresh out the kennel Whatever whip you see me in, I own, that's not a rental

Leave your teeth fucked and don't repair them, I pay for hits, not dental

My jeans is made in Kurishiki, I paid in Yen for denim

I put my bitch in Ana Bolina not no Lululemon

I leave a dude a paraplegic before I let him get me

Hurricane Katrina, I don't just splash shit, I'm tryna drown some real wavily

If I hit man with the stick, he gone disappear like Wizards of Waverly

I don't got no kids, no car seat in my whip, I'm still riding around with a baby

Tell them boys pull they skirt down, ops tryna beef on the gram, **** act like ladies

I ain't with no white hoes, ****, I'm in the whip riding with Laurels and Stacey my new bitch get Saks Fifth money, my old bitch only had JCPenney

I'm taking risks every day and I never say shit to them **** like Kenny **** stay in the crib too afraid of the heat, all soft like Benny and Jerry

I ride for my bro like I'm a full metal alchemist I'm facing the BG wood to the face, man, I got nowhere to pass it

Even when I sound sleep in the crib, I'm still clutched up on Ratchet

Them **** in the county flipping, we no longer jack them

Once you hit that state yard I make sure my OG stab you They'll cut you four by five inch wide on face with sharpened plastic

Every time we spin, we never see y'all, where the fuck y'all at? Tucked up in the crib, y'all hide and seek bols

Tryna get em blasted, gen five Glock 19, knock off his meat rolls Trap house stacking, knock wrong, we gon' bust you through the peephole

(Don't make me call his capos)

Auzu Billahi Minash Shaytan Irajeem, Allah Al Ghaffaar, Sübhanallah, Allahu Akbar

Give me your fucking soul