Trenches

(Foe, where you at?)

Ain't been postin' on social media, been posted in the field

He keep speakin' on the dead, that's what's gon' get him killed

Started bustin' while we were drivin', told brodie grab the wheel

Bitch, I came from the trenches, watch the homies 'cause they stealin'

Robbin', killin', robbin' in my Robin jeans, finna get a million

Only want head, ain't tryna fuck, baby, just suck semen

**** went against me, **** folded, so I bought another strap

We was taught to not dodge beef, I don't know what **** on

Told my brother he my brother if he right or wrong

**** gay, I'm kickin' **** out the posse

You don't like the way I live, ****, stop me

You fuck with them, can't fuck with me, that's how it go, ****

God my witness, I don't fear no ****

Mean muggin' get you shot, so what you on, ****?

Leavin' **** on seen 'cause I ain't arguin' on no phone, ****

Go to war with myself, need no army

If you wasn't there when the homie died, don't speak upon dead

Snatch his chain, if I don't like it, sell it or pawned it

**** act like they want smoke until they get smoked

I done shot like five **** with this handgun

I just been goin' crazy, **** been chained daily

Your homie bought a gun just to die with it

Bitch, we outside, we hit his head, he try to take pictures

Bitch, we outside, strapped up, spinnin' with gang members

Keep squeezin' 'til the gun click, no more bullets in the clip

He tried to run, but it's too late, now he gone with the wind

Saw his car, ate it up, he should've bought tint

Pick and choosin', ain't do none of that, we was gon' get it crackin'

Hater, we gon' squabble like we ain't homies, up here grabbin' my clothes

**** only hard 'round certain ****, they be tuckin' they tail

I turned nothin' to somethin', they thought I was gon' fail

Playin' both sides leave you dead by yourself

Bitch, we outside, we hit his head, he try to take pictures

Bitch, we outside, strapped up, spinnin' with gang members

Keep squeezin' 'til the gun click, no more bullets in the clip

He tried to run, but it's too late, now he gone with the wind

Saw his car, ate it up, he should've bought tint

Pick and choosin', ain't do none of that, we was gon' get it crackin'