Trenches

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway] Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches Them dope boys weigh bags up on benches A dope boy trap bags in designer, Givenchy A dope boy cook up, up in kitchens Them trenches, a hundred thou feel like a milly I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley The bricks come on boats And they wrapped up in ribbons The trenches, they pouring up mud in they kidneys Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin' They bustin' them slugs, them young niggas rippin' They hood rich and so all 'nat' 'nats' they rippin' They getting the dope, and they water whip spin it They talk about deals, It's that, next to dealing I pop molly pill and stack racks to the ceiling Versace, Versace, Burr, Burr, all my women Them trenches, [?],i'm the lieutenant Young Duke, and Shitty we rolliin', we 60's 3 quarter backs droppin' the box to yo' city Don't hear bout no fumbles, them gunna's gon get ya' I started from scratch with the OG's in the trenches Trap with no strap, wasn't gettin' no business I stood in the trap with the strap and the henny The country boy comin', I serve in the kitchen I water whip hard, man I water whip, whip it Longway! [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches In the mufuckin' trenches [Verse 2: Bricc Baby] I heard your patna' got took off for some bread We gotta get it how we get it, living in the trenches I could've bought a Bentley last week, profit out the trenches Two hundred thousand, man I swear this shit feel like a milly I get the work, then I flip it, stretch it in the kitchen Water whip it, then I serve it to my little niggas Young niggas totin' semi's, they don't give a fuck You can ask all my goons in the trenches, nigga they gon eat you up You see, a nigga got work, and a nigga got pussy Make a couple million while you grinding in the trenches You see i'm chilling in the trenches, just me and my niggas Imma Audemar, Audemar, Audemar all my niggas I will ball with all my niggas Go hard with all my niggas Hunid' bag all my niggas Hundred grand, all my niggas Ten toes down, going hard in the trenches [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches In the mufuckin' trenches [Verse 3: Young Dolph] It's Dolph! 200 on the dash, 300 in the safe A+ in my blunt and that .40 on my waist Shit talking, that get that .40 in your face You never been a boss, nigga stay in your place I spent like 30 bands for this watch, swear I got like 30 rounds in this Glock A thousand dollars just for these sneakers, just to walk You ain't workin' with a mill, I don't wanna talk Plug just text, said, "them thangs on the way" Might buy a new car, and find new yarks After this flip im bout' to make Aye, Touchdown, safe I started sweating bullets, my shit came one hour late Got my bomb, told my bitch, "fuck you, go somewhere and masturbate" (Bitch!) Got Benjamin Franklins to calculate, whole thangs to weigh up Lil' fuck niggas runnin' round hatin' Prolly mad cause they don't weigh up Bitch I might buy you a big stupid ass bag But hell naw, I can't lay up [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches In the mufuckin' trenches