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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Yungeen Ace
Chant
King Von
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Keyanta Bullard
Paroles
Dayvon Daquan Bennet
Paroles
Bishop Grinnage
Composition
Clifton Ball
Composition
Sterling Reynolds
Composition
Lukas Payne
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beezo
Production
Louie Montana
Production
Londn Blue
Production
Karltin Bankz
Production
Paroles
[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