Yeah (Trench—)

I told her, "Bae

it's really nice to meet ya" (Trench money; Yeah)

Probably off a bean, had a fever (Go, go)

I sip Wock', it's hard to see, I'm a dreamer

Told her I can't breathe off the Perky (Go)

I told her pour the lean by the liter (Pint, pint)

The Hannah Montana don't hurt me (Woah, woah)

All the fiends gon' believe this some Bieber (Yeah, yeah)

She tried to tell me first, she an eater (Woah, woah)

Probably off them Percs, I'm T'd up

Yeah, you hop out that Honda Civic, beat up (Skrrt, skrrt)

I'm smokin' pounds of gas, this shit sativa (Go)

Told her, bae, it's so nice to meet her (Go, go)

I'm pourin' pints of codeine by the liter

I'm pourin' pints of codeine, can't even re-up

If she bad with double stuff, I'm tryna green up (Go)

I told her, "Bae, are we filled with greed

huh? " (Trench—; Woah)

I took her from the trenches to a

Beamer (Trench money; Trench, trench)

I took her to Chanel, she wanna eat up

She told me, "Bae, I never wanna leave ya"

I told her, "Bae, come sniff this Justin Bieber"

That molly sour as hell, it got me geeked up

Y'all sniffin' very berry just to ease up

I can't even put down the cup, the cup gon' probably need us