Gimme Dat ft. Gutta Redz & Chino Lyrics

I don't even know what I'ma say on these

Oh well, Darealdon

Big knots, big glocks, you know my shit

No, no

Yeah, you can turn that beat up a little for me

Jalen did it again

Keep sending them beats, I'ma keep giving you that heat

In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back

Think the Trench's lifestyle, you got me back in the trap

Four-eight, I'm back sipping that yak

Like when your mans die, and they start patting your back

They said, no, don't spin, but it's war about that

You think we siblings, gon' tic for tac

You take one, I take four, that's how I get my lick back

Just ran off with your shit, like I said, gimme dat

You my son, I had more than your pop

All that shit that I gave, then you turned to a opp

Heard you killed shhh, really got me paranoid

But I'm still on the block, selling girl and that boy

You can't come to the block, cause your past got a void

I like 50 and zero, got me feeling like Floyd

Been putting belt to the ass, like a extension cord

If you live by the gun, then you won't die by the sword

Y'all just bring dumb dino out, but my gun ain't gon' roar

All the opps make me dime, gotta stay up with the Lord

When he put the chalk out, I guess I'm up on the score

I'm just bar teasing, should I get one more

In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back

Think to Trench's lifestyle, you got me back in the trap

Four or eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah

Like when your mans die, and they start patting your back

They saying, no, don't spin, but it's war about that

You think we're siblings, we're on tick-four-tack

You take one, I take four, that's how I get my lick back

Just ran off with your shit, like I said, give me that

Gutta, you niggas had it, but you start

Now I'm in the game like 24, ain't trying to pass the ball

Who pissed Brody off? Yeadoe

The woady called, got me pulling up like Debo

He taking that Rollie off, Go cry in the car

Still scheming, it's for a cause

Selling zips of that Hawk, pink 10s, and some raw

I'm posted by the bar, you shopping, we got it all

Fuck a missile, that's a bomb

I'm mixing with fit and all, screaming, fuck the laws

Gotta play foul, they gonna charge

They on chase, hit the alley, hop the fence and hide the rod

FaceTime Don, hoping he can guide me up out the yard

They stay gone, then it's back to the block to get it all

In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back

Think to trenches lifestyle, you got me back in the trap

Four-eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah

Like when your mans die, and they start patting it back

They saying, no, don't spend, but it's war about that

You think we siblings

One tick for a tap

You take one, I take four

That's how I get my lick back

Just ran off with your shit

Like I said, give me that

Chino dumb smoke, bust ya hear the spinner ben

Melatonin in the styrofoam cup, that's purple lean

Slumber parties in the middle of the block with a bunch of fiends

Nuh-uh-nuh, purple bond in my touch

I'm one of them, Mr. Hustle Hard

If I ain't got it, then I will steal it for you

Entrepreneur chasing the bag like that's a Kruger for you

Crown apple all in a cup

She's draping for performance

Then she gonna swallow the nut to banish the moment

Still sporting goods like Spartans

Shooting trees at the offense

That's a medical, which means I'm balling

Six shots out the pot, the revolver

Break bones and rip organs

This two heads from the doctor's closet

In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back

Think the trench is lifestyle

Got me back in the trap

Four-four-eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah

Like when your mans die and they start packing your back

They say, no, don't spend, but it's war about that

You think we're siblings

One take four attack

You take one, I take four

That's how I get my lick back

Just ran off with your shit

Like I said, give me that

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