Trenches

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Make yo bitch drown, break a brick down 30 pop a Juntao, turn yo whip round Benji on the fall in, let the shit pile Sleezy on the call in, tryin' get wild Had lil baby in the VIP yeah, off the rip yeah Bust it down into a split yeah, on the dick yeah Couple thou-wow on the fit, another kicks yeah Spent yo rent on what I sip, I know I got 'em sick yeah But that ain't really shit yeah Im'a walkin lick cause young nigga talkin' brick fair Know I had to make the shit clear Money counter choppin' like a windmill Please tell me what's the issue Commas on yo head I bet them niggas gon' forget you Fourth and goal we gotta blitz you Shooters goin' dummy if I ever blow the whistle Bruce Wayne in the Hussein Keep the beef brackin' from the color of my shoe strings Something stocky for the mood swing I be Prada stepping wit the loose change Somethin' foreign where I lay Somethin' foreign on the plate We be scoring by the 8 We be pouring by the 8 Niggas dishin' out the weight You can get it by the whole half, quarter, or the eighth Ain't afraid to do the leg work Boy I always put the bread first Know these diamonds make a bitch flirt See the envy know the shit hurt I seen Yamborghini die up in his sleep - aye Type shit that haunt me underneath - aye Paranoia got me clutchin' on the heat - aye All these dead faces I can hear em when they speak - aye [Chorus] Finger on the trigger while I'm counting up the dead Slippin' in the trenches put them halos on ya head Pistol on the counter nigga pistol to yo head Ran all out of wocky so we sippin' on the red