[Intro: BigBankBandz]
Huh, you know
9inewaves again?
You know what I'm sayin', we was deep up in them trenches, yeah
But n***as weren't dumb, n***as were intelligent
You know what I'm sayin', huh

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent (Huh)
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n***a, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby
Throw it back and fuck it up, prepared for it, baby

[Verse 1: BigBankBandz]
Turn my self up, think I owe you some', you can suck a dick
Why you all up in yo' feelings worried 'bout bitches I ain't hit? (Why you worried?)
I been grinding, yeah, whole lotta years for this shit (Whole lotta years)
I done put a lot of blood, sweat and tears in this shit (Blood, sweat and tears)
Who the fuck is you tell me that I don't deserve this shit? (Who the fuck is you?)
The same n***as I did shit for throw my name in dirt and shit
If it's up then it's stuck, yeah, the shit is permanent (The shit is stuck)
Told my pops we in this shit for life, this shit is permanent
Jewels jingling on my neck like a Christmas ornament
Say she want it, it's expensive, I tell her just order it
I was so high, drunk my soda, I forgot to pour in it
Foreign denim on my body, you ain't never heard of this (Nope)
I got money, I get hell of it
Smoking gas, inhaling it
Don't know how I'm coming, well, just listen 'cause I'm telling it (Listen)
Told my bitch, "Stop tripping, girl, we locked, know you Heaven-sent" (Girl, stop tripping)
You can't trick me out my spot because I'm too intelligent
[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n***a, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby (Spend a bag)
Throw it back and fuck it up, prepared for it, baby

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I played that field like a punch sack, I'ma touch back
If it's up, n***a, fuck that, you get dumped at
It was ugly, couldn't touch me, you couldn't touch Max
All this money, you don't fuck with me 'cause I touch racks
You ain't never touch Neiman's, never touched Sacks (Uh-uh)
Never touch no Boas, never touch gats (No gats, pussy)
Ran through all them hoes, go look up the facts
We fucked all the Rats (Uh), we fucked all the Nats (Uh)
I don't got no phone, I'm not calling back (Uh-uh)
I don't got no home, swerve a rolling stone (Go)
Got it all alone, I didn't take no loans (You know that)
I stay low, don't fuck with rappers, I don't want no songs, bitch

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n***a, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby (Spend a bag)
Throw it back and fuck it up, prepared for it, baby