Trenches

(You inna, You inna, You inna, You inna, You inna)

Shit, you inna trenches for what

You ain't gettin no money ****, you ain't gettin no bucks

Im inna whip, my diamonds dancin, and they hittin like suns

**** sayin got more richer and I did it from nun

**** tellin all these stories, but ain't nothin get touch

I been ridin through the trenches, wit my feet on they neck

It's summer side, **** dyin, **** gon get wet up

And everybody get the picture, when we puttin on pressure

And everybody gettin speechless, so I think he got setup

**** out here movin round, thinkin im the one tellin

Roll the dice, spin on ya life, I know you cramin out seven

Now Lamborghinis, all my **** they be in um

Got double figures, cause my money way more bigger

And I got money in the streets, my **** winnin ayee

By the way they hatin, they ain't gonna see them digits

I give my love, I give my trust and **** burn that shit

Know how it feel to just miss 50 bandz and you earned that shit

Another quarter, cause you sold out, yeah you earned that shit

These **** credit disgust me, I wish shit did get ugly, yeah

I wish them **** get bust up yeah, yeah

I double back I turned around, hadda put glizz on money

I double back I turned around, hadda put doe on money

Feel like the realest **** in it, I cannot act phony

Im givin life lil ****, when I push this foreign

Bitches on me, cameras on me, and I feel so important

They really showin me, that I can just get in it

They really tellin me, that I can really do it yeah

Just keep on goin lil ****, make that music

Gotta put my focus on, and grind to it

A **** playin we put that iron on um

Homicide, my brothers die for it

Traumatized, they mommas cry for um

Up the score, it's time to slide on em

Gurennteed my **** dyin for me, greatah dyin for me yeahhh

Shit, you inna trenches for what

You ain't gettin no money ****, you ain't gettin no bucks

Im inna whip, my diamonds dancin, and they hittin like suns

**** sayin got more richer and I did it from nun

**** tellin all these stories, but ain't nothin get touch

I been ridin through the trenches, wit my feet on they neck

It's summer side, **** dyin, **** gon get wet up

And everybody get the picture, when we puttin on pressure