Trench Talk Lyrics

I've been tryna keep my bag right Tryna keep my cash right

Livin' with my dukes, tryna my lil' niggas act right

Brody be out linkin', bitches mobbin' on his dolo

I just hope that lil' nigga clutchin' on his gat tight

Niggas tryna catch a nigga, lackin' on a bad night

Me and lil' Manny had these bitches shakin' ass right

Instagram live, hostin' talent shows and rap nights

Niggas on the socials, tryna argue, havin' catfights

Always had a bark, but I'd rather let my strap bite

Made my own lane, me and my dad was never that tight

I was all lame til' I found out I was rap nice

Now bitches on my dick and niggas tryna get a dab, right

I ain't fuckin' with it, you wanna rap about this and that

If you want beef, then come and get it

This lil' 40 on my waist, hit a nigga in his skillet

It's forever fucked up, so we done dissin', they all bitches

I can't trip over no bitch, I let her trip when I get distant

I don't like to open up, it made me feel like I be bitchin

This new glove I got for Glock, you hold the Glock just like a mitten

When you stirrin' up the pot, cause it get hot up in the kitchen

Ayy, it get hot up in the kitchen, call up, bro, we got the gas out

Brody in the trap, bro, don't you try a step

Cause all my lil' niggas wrapped out

Tryna wreck a nigga on his dolo, I ain't lacked out

Fire, fire, fire, hit him til' you see him pass out

And then you walk him down and let it rip until he blacked out

Tell him, Brody slide, nigga, he ain't really slidin

Said he down to ride, nigga, he ain't really ridin

He afraid to die, nigga, prayin' we don't find him

When we did this, big brother, nigga, hit him in his noggin

And we ain't keepin' score, but we can't let them niggas catch up

Lurkin' for a plate, cause niggas tryna get a checkup

If you think he reachin', nigga, hit him from his neck up

We gon' spin the block and nigga, hit whoever next up

And we gon' hit whoever next up

And we gon' hit whoever next up