Trench Kid ft. EBM Mete Lyrics

My youngins grew up in the bricks

Never ending got shit on my list

Out the way, you get hit by a stick

Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch

You ain't never touchdown on a lick

You ain't never pop out with a switch

Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch

Mm, I just wannabe rich

Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches

I just find offensive they play defensive

I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions

The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive

The richest shotters in the town no we don't play around

We did that for lor CEO, we catch em, lay him down

Them 556's chewed his face, we put shit on the ground

Been trynna king this rap shit, gimme my fuckin' crown

FED's and OPP's, I don't get into that

LED's put yo to sleep and pin him to the map

I heard them youngins steady mad, them boys ain't getting back

You niggas thieves, y'all take a life, you know we spinning back

Aye free lor getting back

Knock off his fitted cap

Ain't talking, I just rap

I take shit to the max

They heard that forty and that switchy and that fucking mac

Been trynna cool em down but they done got my youngin mad

I heard they dissing, I bet they all jump

And coming soon, I bet we all hunt

Opps on the block right now, I can tell I got a small hunch

This bitch get to singing, she don't never come with a small punch

My youngins grew up in the bricks

Never ending got shit on my list

Out the way, you get hit by a stick

Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch

You ain't never touchdown on a lick

You ain't never pop out with a switch

Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch

Mm, I just wannabe rich

Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches

I just find offensive they play defensive

I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions (EBM shit nigga)

The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive

First off this for the kids in the trenches and the ones who thuggin'

I ain't never had nun, I ran up my money, I turned nun to sum

Eighteen when I touched me a hunnid

Riding round with some shit hold a hunnid

Rolling dead opps outta the onion

Only the mafia know how I'm cumin'

I'm talkin' endless bread

Bitch hollering bout she on period, so gimme endless head

And we got glocks wit' the extensions, we got endless lead

Say everybody round me armed like they don't got no legs

Been trynna duck the feds, been trynna duck the feds

I know them bitches watchin' me

Opposition mad, I know them niggas stalking me

Ain't no white chalkin' me, big 223 A.R 15

This bitch'll rock you straight to sleep

I pour Tay Sosa in my lean

All that dissin' niggas should've took a safer route

I know them niggas want me dead, they wanna take me out

Key and Glock with me because I chose the paper route

Real trench kids, we just praying that we make it out

My youngins grew up in the bricks

Never ending got shit on my list

Out the way, you get hit by a stick

Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch

You ain't never touchdown on a lick

You ain't never pop out with a switch

Give a statement, lor shorty a snitch

Mm, I just wannabe rich

Say I'm a trench kid, grew up in trenches

I just find offensive they play defensive

I'm hopping out with big shit, Glock with extensions

The richest shotters in the town, this shit expensive