Yeah

It's wartime in the trenches I ride with FN

You want me falling to my knees

While you pop on the gram

You're acting like you're what I need

That's the shit I can't stand

Hope you don't go looking for love in another man

Tryna run it up until I touch 100 bands

Brodie on that back block tryna touch 100 grams

You don't know the feeling when you gotta watch your mans

I know you would snake me if I gave you the chance

Tryna make me cry I'll cry inside a Benz

Tryna make me cry I'll cry inside a Benz

Cover up my eyes with these Cartier lenses

I done put aside my pride you ain't pay no attention

Oh you got some class never ask what I spent

Only because you know it's always triple your rent

Oh you wanna shop and leave my pockets with dents

I swear I could spot a opp tryna hide and ride with the tints

Telling me to grow up don't make me less of a man

Hope when it comes to a end you don't try to make amends

You know imma have to make a stand

You know imma have to hold my stance

It's wartime in the trenches I ride with FN

You want me falling to my knees

While you pop on the gram

You're acting like you're what I need

That's the shit I can't stand

Tryna run it up until I touch 100 bands

Brodie on that back block tryna 100 grams