Letras
Middle of the trenches, ask about us, all my niggas stand on business
Gangsta party, all my niggas in attendance I know shooters, I know trappers, I know killers
Big steppers, big business, uh Real niggas, real bitches, uh
Getting money, how you living? Welcome to the kitchen
I was ten and used to think that I was grown Ain't nobody teach me, learnt this shit up on my own
How go Michael Jackson on these niggas, switch the tone I might eat that pussy and won't never call her phone
I'ma run the yity in these jays till I'm tired Everything for sale, if you see it, you can buy it
It ain't about no money, tell them niggas that it's quiet A nigga touch ready, fuck around and start a riot
All my bitches foreign and I'm smoking on Jamaica Fuck, I look like hating on you, that ain't in my nature
Before you play with me, you better find you something safer Y9 kitchen gang looking like the Lakers
Everybody at the table, all my niggas gon' feast I don't trust these niggas, I think niggas police
When I got my first thousand, I was feeling like me 9th grade, drop out, and I had a Qp
Middle of the trenches, ask about us, all my niggas stand on business
Gangsta party, all my niggas in attendance I know shooters, I know trappers, I know killers
Big steppers, big business, uh Real niggas, real bitches, uh
Getting money, how you living? Welcome to the kitchen