Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Yungeen Ace
Yungeen Ace
Voces
King Von
King Von
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Keyanta Bullard
Keyanta Bullard
Letra
Dayvon Daquan Bennet
Dayvon Daquan Bennet
Letra
Bishop Grinnage
Bishop Grinnage
Composición
Clifton Ball
Clifton Ball
Composición
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Composición
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Beezo
Beezo
Producción
Louie Montana
Louie Montana
Producción
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producción
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
We legendary
[Verse 2]
I'm a street ****, not a lover, uh
Don't fuck undercover (Uh-huh)
Gotta' fuck you with a rubber (Uh-huh)
We don't share location, don't trust you (Nah, nah)
I make her mad, she tell me don't touch her (Don't touch her)
She fell in love, we was just fucking
I heard some noises and I get to clutching
And she got a man, but I be like, "Fuck him" (Boom, boom)
She be like, "Von, you better not touch him"
But she was blushing, she know I slumped him
Don't like her cousin (Nah), he with that opp shit
I run his pocket, she know I'm toxic (Boom, boom, boom)
I got the key to her heart like a locket
I put that cheese on his head, and he knockin'
Ain't no boxing, ain't doing no boxing
Don't start me up, ain't doing no stopping, yeah
But shawty a baddie
Pussy good, got me feeling like a addict
Finna pull up, baby, send the addy
This a opp' shit, get tragic (Boom)
I'm a gangsta' and she know
Keep my gun everywhere I go
This path I'm going, a bumpy road
And that bitch gon' stay, well, I don't know
[Verse 3]
Real street ****, but I ball like hardaway
I don't want that ho, if she can't bring nothing to the plate
Hard for me to love, I threw my heart away
Baby, I'm filled with pain, just heal my scars away
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug (No)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 4]
Fuck that, how you cool with the guys? Don't trust that
You around, ain't around, that's suspect
If they bussing at me, ****, I'ma bust back
Police coming, and I still won't cuff that
Tatted my name and I still don't trust that
Fuck her friend, she still gon' come back
Chiraq, Drillanois, I run that
Baby momma, where my son at?
Von don't miss, that's just a fallback
Tooka man be where my lungs at
I don't trust her, so where my gun at?
If I leave, I might not come back
If he run, I make him run back (Boom, boom)
I go deep, I make her come back
She be asking "Where my cum at?"
I left it all in her stomach, damn
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom)
Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
And ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs (Boom, boom, boom)
Written by: Bishop Grinnage, Clifton Ball, Dayvon Daquan Bennet, Keyanta Bullard, Lukas Payne, Sterling Reynolds
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