Trenches Famous

Lyrics

[Chorus: Millyz] Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous I'm trenches famous Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous (Yeah) [Verse 1: Millyz] I back the 'Rari out in traffic like a Honda and shit (A Honda and shit) And in my city, you can't name a ho that's not on my dick (On God) They sending casеs to my section, every bottlе is lit (All the time) Different sweatsuit every airport like I model for Kith (Nah) Lot of bozos on the 'Gram love to gossip and shit My youngin stand over your body, hit your top with a switch (Brrt) Sped life, cosa nostra, we the mafia clique (Mob) My bitch toxic, but she thicker than a pot of some grits, yeah Drop Rolls-Royce in the summer, I feel the breeze out (Feel the breeze) Heard you dissin' on the dead, but never seen nobody bleed out (Never seen nobody bleed out) I just got my bitch body done, she walkin' with her cheeks out Bad hoes, I got a lot of them, might fly a hundred freaks out We close to Medellín, eighty-five on the tint (Eighty-five on the tint) Ain't a killer, but I can't lie like I don't got some attempts (Like I don't got some attempts) I turned my pain into a profit, sometimes, I just gotta vent (Just gotta vent) Bro'll down somethin', piss on his hands, and wipe the pole for the prints, Blanco [Chorus: Millyz] Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous I'm trenches famous Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous [Verse 2: Mozzy] It's tweaky when we engage, squeezin' with no delay We want him slaughtered, the price of the skeezy is bein' raised Believe me, I'm what they ain't, really him 'round here You can tell, you ever been 'round here Treat the 'Ghini like LeSabre, that's just the Pebbles in me That's why the bitches throwin' Hello Kitty Niggas love the way that Jell-O jiggy It ain't no secret, got the ghetto with me To be from Fourth, you gotta do more than just yell it with me, nail him with me Famous in these trenches, we celebrity status Half a ticket in the vault, another Quay in the attic Audemars after the Rollie, then he came with the Patek Fill it up with prostitutes 'til ain't no space in the Wagen These niggas ratted, can't carry your baggage, this how I feel To be a fella underneath what I'm bangin', you need a kill Giant in these P residentials, I'm like Shaquille We to the box 'cause that letter they offered him wasn't no deal, nigga [Chorus: Millyz] Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous I'm trenches famous Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous [Outro: Millyz] I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous