Rules To The Trenches

Brand new switch
Up on this glizzy

Get on shorty in that minivan
Fifty rounds I let it blow
Spin his shit hit many men
You might see me walk him down
Cause I really get busy man

His homie on some fan shit
The dogs Im with ain't friendly man

Aye
Watch me push a nigga shit back

Say he gon get me
When he see me

Still ain't got his lick back

These beems look like a party
Hella sticks fuck up his kickback

He a pussy
What you waiting for
He scared to his get back

He a hoe
You ain't with the shit
And nigga I can merch it

Let it blow
Catch him with his bitch
And Its a double murder

I say let's go
Can't be no witness
So that bitch I got to murk her

Them just rules to the trenches
So that sympathy shit over

Come on nigga
Be for real
You only tough around your niggas

You don't want no beef for real
Walk down gang
You see your killer

On that block like I'm Shaquille
Can't run these bullets
Get you quicker

On that what
We wet you up

The way we finger fuck
These triggers

In love with the bottle
But might
Pop a perc

Get silly I'm bussin
I'm going bezerk

Since you from the mud
You get put in the dirt

You a wannabe shooter
Don't put in no work

7.62s they ripping
Through tissues

You got a problem
My niggas get with you

It's no hesitating
Ain't got time for waiting

We hit him we done
Now we don't got a issue

Don't got a issue
We getting them gone

Sending out hits
Through the phone

My money long
You don't want smoke wit us nigga

We hitting shit just like a bong
Hit the gas ain't crashing
ATB shit niggas really be spazzing
Amiri the jeans I really be cashing
Rich nigga shit lowkey living lavish
Not giving me credit I really be snapping



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Writer(s): Deontre Robinson
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