I'm cruising the trench with your wench To my left, she inside of my tint While you riding bench I'm late night f**ing yo b**h Chapter 16 of the screw Black, pa**ion of the christ on my j**els Serpents in front of my coupe My Alfa Romeo is blue Sprite dirty, Ndamukong Suh Catch a boot, who is you? We ain't cool, I'm the truth Damn, man, I woulda thought you knew Damn, man, I woulda thought you seen Chartreuse color weed And a cup of Hennessey Couple freaks I'm riding through the trench With yo wench to my left I'm riding through the trench I think I like smell success I think she know who she is Gla** slippers never fit Gla** slippers never fit Gla** slippers never fit But cinderella s** a dick Out of state plates, seven letters spell BERETTA
Cause I been a b**h k**a, broke backs on the sofa Cold villain, no feelings is how I'm feeling Spent a summer down south, now she gotta fix her nose up La Cosa knows her, you probably got her posters All on your walls and I'm in the walls I bend them b**hes over Red bone that's off the cobra I don't know what I told her But now she got her clothes off Now I got a closeup She gone before I woke up I roll up that doja And smoke up Gas sippers, man them black black whippers Never giving gla** slippers to these hoes mane I'm riding through the trench With yo wench to my left I'm riding through the trench I think I like smell success I think she know who she is Gla** slippers never fit