Trenches

Huh
I'm in my bag bitch
I'm on yo ass bitch. Huh

I just hit the gas on a fake hoe
I got me a 40 and Draco
Pop out at yo party like a fago
Bitch I'm in my bag
You better lay low

I've been in the trap serving raw
I've been in the trenches with dawgs
W got me some killaz on call
Told these niggas
I was gonna ball

Everybody ain't yo friend
Bitch I thought you knew
Same niggas that turned they backs
Gonna watch me count these blues
These niggas ain't no fucking gangstas
Man they pick n choose
I can serve you wat you need
What you tryin to do
Bitch I'm tryin to get it off
Fuck them designer shoes
I'm selling designer pills
Nigga these them
Christian Lou's
I'm in the trenches
I ain't never had no jimmy cho's
If you sitting on yo ass
Than you pitifully
Better go and get you a bag
You lil silly hoe
These niggas in the feelings
Got em acting up like city girls
Post in the club
Looking Like they wanna kill the world
I only fucked the bitch twice
Now he wanna kill his girl
You ain't gonna kill nothing
Nigga stop fronting.
You the type to close your eyes before you drop something
I m front lines every time
I'm ready to pop something
Lil bro finish him
Bitch the cops coming
Aye
Boutta I'm boutta catch another play
I can whip on the stove or in a microwave
Cuddi trippin bout her kitchen
Give me a hot plate
I just got 40 ball off of a 28
Dope jumping like Player off of 2k
If a nigga hating
Than he on the food chain
Trap slapping
I've been up for fuckin 2 days
Niggas switching on the team like a mood rang
Aye

I just hit the gas on a fake hoe
I got me a 40 and Draco
Pop out at yo party like a Faygo
Bitch I'm in my bag
You better lay low

I've been in the trap serving raw
I've been in the trenches with dawgs
I got me some killaz on call
Told these pussy nigga
I'mma ball