More songs by BashfortheWorld
Description
Vocals: BashfortheWorld
Producer: Mathaius Young
Programmer: Mathaius Young
Writer: Christian Taylor
Writer: Sebastian Martell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Damn, ayy.
Uh, ayy. Damn, ayy.
Real trench baby hit the stove and crash the bowl and put my wrist in.
Pull up in a Cadillac V Escalade, say what's the difference?
'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin' out my shit talkin' different. First nigga wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'.
Pull a hundred out the booth and another hundred out the trap.
Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm prayin' or shootin' craps.
I'm the first Migo came out the D, put the shit up on the map.
I throw crowns with all my kings and let the clowns do all the cap. And you ain't never seen four Migo whippin' by the stove top.
Nigga standin' by the fridge in the trap 'cause this bitch is so hot.
Pull an Escalade out the lot, hop out, my leather so soft.
Migo, don't ever talk to me 'bout some shit you don't know 'bout.
I woke up and said a prayer, put one up top, then roll out. Ayy Migo, I go to church and put ten blues in the plate.
Drop two's in the drink, I got jewels in the bank.
You got twenty-four hours and you still choosin' to hate. Back then I tied my boots and mixed my Trues up with Bapes.
Ayy, first nigga try to play with us, then we put tools to your face.
I'm forever turnt up, pass by the school with my Drake.
I brought my cup inside the church, I ain't been to sleep, I'm still drankin'.
Fell asleep inside the flight, got double G's up on the blanket. How the fuck is niggas broke?
I don't know how the hell is niggas hatin'. I'm young and turnt up, nigga, I spend this shit fast as I make it. In
Versace pourin' up, they fuck with me, do what I want do.
I flash my wrist at her just to show her that I want you.
Been outside with the shit, I'm posted up just how I'm 'posed to.
On the way to the money, nigga, it ain't nothin' that I won't do.
Ayy, damn. You sold yourself short and in the end it wasn't worth it.
You crossed some people out and that's the reason that it's workin'.
You try to play with us and, nigga, I'll leave your fam hurtin'.
I'm turnt up and determined, sittin' sideways while I'm swervin'. My shit hittin' in the pics but it look way better in person.
I let my chain swang, every time I slide got heads turnin'.
You ain't gonna lie, boy, you never did nothin' for your block, you don't write, you don't make no money, you don't trap, like you don't scam, you don't do a thing. So like what are you doin', for real?
Ayy, real trench baby hit the stove and crash the bowl and put my wrist in.
Pull up in a Cadillac V Escalade, say what's the difference?
'Bout fifty thousand dollars, I'm hoppin' out my shit talkin' different.
First nigga wanna play with us and lift his shirt, he end up missin'.
Pull a hundred out the booth and another hundred out the trap.
Only time I'm on my knees is when I'm prayin' or shootin' craps. I'm the first Migo came out the D, put the shit up on the map.