Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trenches, artist - Unknown T. Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trenches |
| The streets always brackin', I can never show weakness |
| Fresh off the M charge, rah, I beat it |
| Always kept a straight face, I never showed 'em how I’m feelin' |
| Bare pepper on my plate, never lackin', gotta keep it in the deep end |
| Jail taught me how to man up, all them other niggas tweakin' |
| Straight pull ups, net baggin', hit the 'nasium on the weekend |
| Look, I’m free-flow boppin' with my Gs dem |
| Toothbrush with two blades on when I’m checkin' for the oppers on a greaze ting |
| Yo, I do this for the trenches |
| When you’re ballin' you take numerous expenses |
| Them other niggas coolin' where the bench is |
| And who the ones offencing |
| Click back, kicks proper when it’s blendin' (Grrr) |
| I got my block, I do this for the trenches |
| Yo, who’s the one extending |
| The Luger bells will budoo at your bredrin |
| Point on sight, you’re shook without your veterans |
| Lemme teach the yutes a lesson |
| You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin' |
| Get on your deen and do it for the trenches |
| I got a millionaire mindframe |
| Counting money till I get a migraine |
| Put it on the fullest and that’s sideways |
| Crime pays, getting rich in the drought, no more dry days |
| I’m old school, lick the move, split it five ways |
| In the hood all the feds know me by name |
| I put him on the block, he saw his life change |
| Said I put him on the block, he saw his life change |
| Phone just slappin', gotta stick it on vibrate |
| Bend her over and she put that pussy on gyrate |
| Smiling in my face, but I can see the sly hate, I’m so perceptive |
| Tryna eat with my whole collective |
| You ain’t on smoke, fam, I’m on smoke directly |
| So I ain’t tryna hold a reasoning |
| Pepper man hold a seasoning |
| You weren’t with me in the bando, cold and freezing |
| They don’t know the meaning |
| Listen, I got Cali, Cali, got the cheese |
| Filling up the block with Ps |
| My face so bait, we circulate in different properties |
| Ratings doesn’t bother me, I’m dodgin' all that poverty |
| Paper demonstrating, I’m relating to monopoly |
| Flew out twenty bitches to Marbella, that’s a lot for me |
| Drippin' out these riches while there’s bittys on the block for me |
| Creepin' with a pumpy on your block, I don’t get comfy |
| She wants drillings, I’m just chillin', forehead, that’s company |
| Police wanna target cah we rotate the fuckeries |
| Lawyers wanna bargain, won the cold case luckily |
| Don’t take mockery |
| Suttin got slapped, let me sip on my cup of tea |
| Chitter doesn’t bother me, my GMs bodily |
| If you’re on your badness, don’t go leftwards in the dock with me |
| I was in the backend, tryna flip it like the lottery |
| All them niggas wassin', they don’t do the drillings properly |
| Send him an apology, grrr grrr |
| Now they gang gang gang, that’s for social media |
| Real life they ain’t following the road procedure |
| If you don’t know Potter, ask your local dealer |
| I come through smelling like sensimilla |
| Screaming, «Fuck your dead homie!» |
| like necrophilia |
| My smile’s on chill but my neck’s the freezer |
| Like C Breezy I make it seem easy |
| They ain’t OJ, I’m OJ like Skore Beezy |
| More money, more paigons and more sweety |
| Feds watchin' all the time, I can’t talk freely |
| Face down, ass up, that was your beanie |
| Had to share it with my friend, I bet you’re greedy |
| Potter 'bout that cheese, 'bout that fettuccine |
| Paper on my name, smokin' when you see me |
| Still blue slim, fulla blue zushi |
| Move booky, I got mundooki |
| Yo, I do this for the trenches |
| When you’re ballin' you take numerous expenses |
| Them other niggas coolin' where the bench is |
| And who the ones offencing |
| Click back, kicks proper when it’s blendin' (Grrr) |
| I got my block, I do this for the trenches |
| Yo, who’s the one extending |
| The Luger bells will budoo at your bredrin |
| Point on sight, you’re shook without your veterans |
| Lemme teach the yutes a lesson |
| You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin' |
| Get on your deen and do it for the trenches |
| Lemme teach the yutes a lesson |
| You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin' |
| Get on your deen and do it for the trenches |
| Lemme teach the yutes a lesson |
| You can’t stop, keep the mullah stretchin' |
| Get on your deen and do it for the trenches |