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