TRENCH BABY ft. Lil WP Lyrics

Ballin' since a buck, I ain't have to flip a pack

Coolin' with some goonies, but to y'all, I'm just a rapper

Cut some niggas off, long division like a fraction

I ain't gotta say too much, I ain't speakin' on what happened

Niggas wanted answers load it up, I'm goin' ghost just like a phantom

Guap, I want it all, double up, bring the Bands in

I ain't goin' to no club, I'm wastin' money on no Dancer

Get up out my city, I might move down to Atlanta

Caught a case, yeah, I did it

I'm a product of the trenches

I was locked in that cell, had em thinkin' I was finished

Makin' plays in the field, watchin' bros go and blitz him

I'm chillin' in the trench with some dogs that's hard to handle

We ain't movin' nicks, but get them off Julius Randle

Ten toes on my own, hold it down just like a sandal

And I can't trust a soul just dead ones, cause niggas scandal

I'm talkin' bout some racks, cause that's the only shit that move me

Holdin' up the clip that we could probably shoot a movie

Couple little screws, get in tune, niggas loony

We connect some shit right to your top just like a Sunni

And all these bad bitches, I can pick, but I ain't choosy

Been was poppin' shit, so it ain't hard for them to choose me

Oh, you mad?

When I hop in my bag, I pop shit

Finna skirt off on these niggas, do the dash, new copped whip

All my hoes above the nines, while your hoes, they top six

In my lane, I'm gettin' mine, while you lames not on shit

Like, nigga, quit

Bitch, I feel like Joran, yeah, I'm back up on that bull

Go against the grain and I'ma feed you to the wolves

We ain't playin' fair, all my niggas break the rules

Throwin' sky hooks from the line like Abdul

All my niggas build like Bob, playin' with them tools

All this guap inside my pocket, I'm just tryna cash out

These niggas can't stop us, like bro gon' bring them gats out

It ain't no point in talkin', just gon' let it rain on em

Bro, don't waste no time with this shit, he'll put that flame on em

Hold on, hold on, hold on, Lil', let me put that pain on em

Nah, bro, this got kickback, bout' to put that crane on em

Bout' to put that chop on em, Big Mag, it rain on em

And I got that swag on em, big watch, the chain on em

We don't spin in johnnies, I'ma drop that fuckin' tank on em

Rubber band the money, they gon' think I hit the bank on em

Hold on, hold on, hold on, Lil', we really put that pain on em