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[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Rico's going crazy again)
Uh, we come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Woo, grrt)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
I can't wifе that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face"
Wе killed your big brother, we killed your little brother
She suckin' dick at the way, I nutted on her face
I left it all on her face
Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf
I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no
And I always keep a pole
Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro
If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live, Glock 9, infrared
Pull up, and empty the clip, woo
Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless
Please, do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Jay Gwuapo]
Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it (Huh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Jay Gwuapo]
Bro put hundred racks in the duffle (Hundred racks in the duffle)
Nigga we made it far from the trenches
When I got a bag I just kept in humble (Bag)
I wear all this Louis V when I'm steppin' (Louis V)
The way that I'm drippin' wetter than a puddle
I'd be lyin' if I say I love you
But I really love it when we get to fuck (Huh)
I hit fast, I know that she a slut
I'm feelin' smack rollin' up a blunt (Ooh)
I put them killers on a nigga ass and you better act brrt, nigga gettin' done (Brrt)
I'm in a new Porsche, this a two-door
Gotta ride with a truck, got a friend (Gotta ride with a truck, got a friend)
Nigga, we made it, we come from the trenches
Now we tryna double these riches that we make (Double these)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke with Jay Gwuapo]
Nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it
