Bump To The Trenches Lyrics

Got Glocks and Dracs when we come to the trenches

Got Glocks and Dracs when we come to the trenches

Got Glocks and Dracs when we bump to the trenches

Got her and her friend, they know that I'm trickin

Tell these broke ass niggas in the city, quit dissin

500 on kick's, I come through, get the trippin

No Aeropostale , I bought her Givenchy

Too much flavor, got the whore lip drippin

They said they was coming had a 556

The first nigga played, 4 gotit it went the poppin

Done popped two percs, got your hoe in a suburban

She, know I'ma spend it, that why she ain't curvin

On the stage, throwin' bows, I get a lil' nervous

Don't flash too much, them young niggas purgin

Bad and bougie, I got ya hoe rollin

Too many regions , it got me in motion

Could serve ya a bag , but I'm stickin' to scamming

He cookin' the work this nigga ain't yammin

Dub on Navy, two-day instant

In a 4 month period loso spent

Over a 50 on the north side

I'm on the north in the city

Fuck nigga know where to find me

Nigga know I ain't hiding

Spinning ' so much, got my young nigga dizzy

Come through, get the trippin

400 shots in the 4 door rental

Really got stain, don't think I won't send um

Know Aaron , Donald come through like a ram

She was suckin' a nigga, say put her on cam

I'm just spending the money baby

Ain't tryin' to meet your lil' fam

Got Glocks and Dracs when we bump to the trenches

1200 one fit one hour in Lenox

Got her and a friend, they know that I'm trickin

Tell these broke ass nigga, uh

Tell these broke ass nigga, and the city quit dissin

500 on kickss, I come through, get the trippin

No Aeropostale , i bought her Givenchy

Too much flavor, got the whole lil' drinkin

Got Glocks and drip when we walk to the trenches

201 feet, want all in linen

Got hood and a friend, they know that I'm trippin

Till he broke that nigga, uh

Till he broke that nigga, and the city quit dissin

500 on keys, I come through, get the trippin

Know Eric Paul, stopped by the Givenchy

Two-month flavor, got the whole lil' drippin

First young nigga out the city, blow a bag in the club

All of that talk, and we know you the fuzz

On the red car block, then we're the shooters

No BET, we gon' shoot us a moose

Whole lotta hoes in the section

Whole lotta money in the album

Whole lotta shoes in the section

Whole lotta guns in the album

Pull a black truck, got the whole club geekin

3-9, do get the tweakin' and jerkin

Ain't gon' think I'm just a hunnid suburban

Ain't gon' think I'm just a hunnid suburban

Ain't gon' think I'm just a hunnid suburban

Too many, uh, hunnid suburban

Too many hoes in the section

Too many hoes in the back of the suburban

Got all these freaks in the back of the suburban

So many drugs, like

Nigga got the whole club geekin

Pull a black truck, got the whole club geekin

Too many guns in the section

Too many hoes in the vid

Young niggas, do get the tweakin

Too many hoes in the album

Swim in your regions

Too many hoes in the section