Trench scares
(Ahhh)
This shit for life, them trenches scarred me
Blood run deep down in my veins
Them niggas died when they got shot so me and cuz don't bleed the same
We get it all from in the game
Shooters pop right out that cut, they tap the (pfft) delete your name
(Ahh)
I lost my homie to some beef if we don't chase shit up that street
We done dropped shit every week, we tapped this bitch just like a cheek
Imma flood the hood like a 1000 times, put it all, we can all eat
Tapped 'em with the bowls, they serving Os, we get the lo' cheap
That 36 no Rollie, shit I wanna flood it all on me
No bitch to line shit up, right for that Cartie, cold thief
I don't run from none of them niggas, I don't even run from police
Well 12 done flipped the bowls, I'm all about a dollar, I get them bitches sold
And I'm Balenciaga stepping, we got big Bs
You bend that block, we blind and clear shit out, we got them switchies
We just gotta tap to turn shit Swiss cheese
These bitches fullies, ain't no semis
That trench is made for me, don't ask me how niggas envy
Your homie died and you ain't slide, there's too much pride with that
We would've loaded up Dracs and 50s, wouldn't slide with that
We get up close, this nigga toast. This nigga dead now
That bro just came back from that drill, he got a head now
You can't brag about them bodies, you can't hang with us
Bronem loafing head down, throw them Zs on 'em
Fed baby, you lock with us everything got Bs on 'em
Different bodies gon' get ranks, shit we go hard up in the paint
I gave the trenches all my love, I gave 'em all my heart could take
They want 12 to drop a tape, maybe I should make 'em wait
I'm too street for all this rap shit, bronem spin the block and patch shit
She loving when I bend her over, when she running, grip it, smack it
This bitch a barbie, I'm a solider. We come two deep in a package
Don't want your bitch, I added
12 Amiri denim, dragged it
Shit I could never get attached, I fucked her once and then I passed it
We still ain't get back for them dead niggas and bro he almost had you
I up'ed this bitch, we add a switch. This ain't no dub, this bitch Aladdin
Shit we ain't ever sell no guns, we go on drills and then swap addies
Rapping 'bout them bodies, they ain't got none, them niggas actors
Spin that block, them bullets hot. We gon' get active
This shit for life, them trenches scarred me
Blood run deep down in my veins
Them niggas died when they got shot so me and cuz don't bleed the same
We get it all from in the game
Shooters pop right out that cut, they tap the (pfft) delete your name
(Ahh)
I lost my homie to some beef if we don't chase shit up that street
We done dropped shit every week, we tapped this bitch just like a cheek
Imma flood the hood like a 1000 times, put it all, we can all eat
Tapped 'em with the bowls, they serving Os, we get the lo' cheap
That 36 no Rollie, shit I wanna flood it all on me
No bitch to line shit up, right for that Cartie, cold thief
I don't run from none of them niggas, I don't even run from police
Well 12 done flipped the bowls, I'm all about a dollar, I get them bitches sold
And I'm Balenciaga stepping, we got big Bs
You bend that block, we blind and clear shit out, we got them switchies
We just gotta tap to turn shit Swiss cheese
These bitches fullies, ain't no semis
That trench is made for me, don't ask me how niggas envy
Your homie died and you ain't slide, there's too much pride with that
We would've loaded up Dracs and 50s, wouldn't slide with that
We get up close, this nigga toast. This nigga dead now
That bro just came back from that drill, he got a head now
You can't brag about them bodies, you can't hang with us
Bronem loafing head down, throw them Zs on 'em
Fed baby, you lock with us everything got Bs on 'em
Different bodies gon' get ranks, shit we go hard up in the paint
I gave the trenches all my love, I gave 'em all my heart could take
They want 12 to drop a tape, maybe I should make 'em wait
I'm too street for all this rap shit, bronem spin the block and patch shit
She loving when I bend her over, when she running, grip it, smack it
This bitch a barbie, I'm a solider. We come two deep in a package
Don't want your bitch, I added
12 Amiri denim, dragged it
Shit I could never get attached, I fucked her once and then I passed it
We still ain't get back for them dead niggas and bro he almost had you
I up'ed this bitch, we add a switch. This ain't no dub, this bitch Aladdin
Shit we ain't ever sell no guns, we go on drills and then swap addies
Rapping 'bout them bodies, they ain't got none, them niggas actors
Spin that block, them bullets hot. We gon' get active
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Writer(s): Zaire Butler
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