Thrench Baby (feat. Oubuzzin)

I'm a trench baby I'm from the hood
Said he won't but he would if he could
To tact in the hood you can't get up with us
No you not gang you can't come up with us
Living fast better get up with us
My heart fragile about to run out of love
Pull up to the hood in a Track hawk roaring
You lit Right now but that shit don't mean nun
Bitch I'm young and Turnt you ain't telling me nun
I told myself I ain't spending no more money till I run me up another 20 pack
Scam trap ima get that shit back
Running ng your mouth ima aim for ya head
Talk all that hot shit you better not lack
AK 47 sit by my lap

I'm in Cali with a drop top coupe just in case baddies wanna hop in
I'm really him they wanna be me
Look at my neck you know it's straight VVs
No cap yeah
Brodie get locked and I know he won't say shit
Watch how you flex I got some robbers they ready to take it
I'm really blessed I'm living life ain't no complaining
Want to buy bro Dior's and tell him these yours
Spend about a dub when I walk in the store
TG the gang it's only us
I got that lean that Wock in my cup
Focused on the bag all I do is run it up
When you think of the BX all you see is us
All you see is is yeah
I don't do no Business with no personal niggas
All about the money shit ain't personal nigga
Depend on no man I'm going to pull my own trigger Real nigga shit

And you know how it go
I flipped a brick and I copped for the low
And I fuck bitches better come get your hoe
Don't try to play me I'm not no hoe
Talk to god everyday so I reach all my goals
So I reach all my goals yeah

I'm a trench baby I'm from the hood
Said he won't but he would if he could
To tact in the hood you can't get up with us
No you not gang you can't come up with us
Living fast better get up with us
My heart fragile about to run outta love
Pull up to the hood in a Trackhawk roaring
You lit Right now but that shit don't mean nun
Bitch I'm young and Turnt you ain't telling me nun
I told myself I ain't spending no more money till I run me up another twenty pack
Scam trap ima get tht shit back
Running your mouth ima aim for ya head
Talk all that hot shit you better not lack
Ak 47 sit by my lap

We some young niggas toting buretas
Amiri the denim Givenchy the sweater
My drip exclusive I'm making her wetter
Don't fuck around till I get to this cheddar
Just started rapping I'm still getting better
Jiggy my brother together we steppers Forever we stepping
Bitch I can't love you you think your ass clever
Talk to my bros I could cuff you like never
Hop in the ghost and inside of it ketchup
Pistol inside the Louis V leather
I will up at whatever booming whatever
Ain't scared of nobody I'm booming who ever
Sick of the hood so I had to do better
Sick of the hood so I had to do better

I'm a trench baby I'm from the hood
Said he won't but he would if he could
To tact in the hood you can't get up with us
No you not gang you can't come up with us
Living fast better get up with us
My heart fragile about to run out of love
Pull up to the hood in a Trackhawk roaring
You lit Right now but that shit don't mean nun
Bitch I'm young and Turnt you ain't telling me nun
I told myself I ain't spending no more money till I run me up another twenty pack
Scam trap ima get that shit back
Running your mouth ima aim for ya head
Talk all that hot shit you better not lack
Ak 47 sit by my lap