Trenches Watchin (feat. K General)

N*gas showin money
They be whallin
They don't think
The trenches really Watchin
We ain't trippin
If the trenches watch us
Bro got a Glock
Trynna make a eye bust
And we not killers to be honest
But boy I'm a big steppa
Like I'm Giannis
She got a new body like a model
Bro copped a big body guess the model
Yeaaaaa

Just know if I call
My bro hit the gas
He getting here quicker
Don't come to my sides
Without having money
We trynna get richer
No we can't fumble the plan
Cuz we got a plan
To triple those figures
She ain't really mean to fuck boy
He a fuck boy I figured

Yea Yea
I been feeling real reckless
Fucking shawty
While texting her best friend
She like Rilla who tf is you texting
Damnnnnnn ah
So I'm trynna beat a bitch into a coma
Fucked up my high now a nigga sober
I cannot function I just need a
Thirty thirty thirty
Now a N*ga feeling
Sturdy sturdy sturdy sturdy
They call me da chief
Cuz a n*ga earned it
I'm trynna bun a n*ga
Like a furnace
Like ya ya ya
We got the bitches
The weed
The choppas
All up in the section

Uh yea uh
Yea we already got chop
I'm trynna hop in a lamb
She said that, that wasn't the plan
Baby gen you really the man
Don't get a tan
I ain't no killer
I really be chillin
Look both ways
Even if you a civilian
Bro just copped cartier RIP Margie
That wasn't a regular N*ga

Yea
I'm trynna see where niggas be ahead at
Turning for bitches
Where these niggas heads at
I hope that you knowing
Where these bitches head at
Like ya ya
Never tried to be no killing n*ga
Always trynna be a money getter
They ain't give a hand
Now they say I'm funny with it

N*gas showin money
They be whallin
They don't think
The trenches really Watchin
We ain't trippin
If the trenches watch us
Bro got a Glock
Trynna make a eye bust
And we not killers to be honest
But boy I'm a big steppa
Like I'm Giannis
She got a new body like a model
Bro copped a big body guess the model
Yeaaaaa



Credits
Writer(s): Kareem Parker, Terrell Ford
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