Trench ft. Roxkout Lyrics

I got Mikey with me for sure

Mama spoons and forks kept coming up missing

She ain't want nobody in her kitchen

Living legend

Ain't no pools in the projects

Yeah, yeah, it's young hyena

Bitch, yeah

It's young hyena

It's young hyena

Yeah, yeah, it's young hyena

Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm on one

They like, who the fuck, hyena

Bitch, I'm known for getting the blocks hot

He was speaking on the dead

He went and joined his hotspot

Lil' shawty, she ain't got no motion

Cut her ass off like her crop top

Switchy rearranged a nigga face

Like he went to Lil' Chop Shop

So many backwoods in this bitch

Got the trap looking like a cigar shop

I been spinning back to back, bitch

I deserve a drop top cause non-stop

I been getting motherfucking paid

Safe to say, some of you niggas just in a nigga way

His trap slow, he'll make more

He need to do minimum wage

I been peeped, these niggas weak

Talk down while smiling in your face

These niggas wimps, they know that I'm him

I got blood like the red M&M's

And they all shoot above the brim

I got crips like four season slim

Please don't fucking try me

That's blood on my Nikes

I was 16 trimm, put a tattoo under my eyelid

And just cause I'm righteous

Don't mean you can't get put on no widescreen

Make a nigga see them lights like I just turned on my high beams

Tell these fuck niggas to get out the street

I can't let it go, I want his face on the T

I been playing with bowls, my kids gotta eat

Stood in that block so long, now they gotta see

This the real me, I play for keeps

I'ma turn my head if he try to preach

I stay away from niggas who try to leech

Free Marquise, he taught me how to use that bleach

Don't fuck around nigga, this ain't for the weak

They drank in my car, no this shit ain't cheap

Hit that fire in my hand nigga, staying on beat

I slide with that cutter, I'm sweeping the street

Walk that boy down and I'll keep it discreet

Got two hoes with me and both of them free

Both on, you know them little hoes easy

Both on, both of them yellin' like peace

Having too many hoes, no I make it look easy

Fuck with these niggas, they rats and they cheese

You know that young nigga bleed

Five star, you know they got gym fees

Two phones and I got both of them big

You cuff the hoe, no I damn well she easy

I can't trust a hoe, most of these bitches too easy

I'ma get up and leave, but next to hoe nigga

These bitches too green, I get in her head

And I sell her a dream, I get em chosen

I go out with my team, been with heaven

Glossin' switches and things, step hoes on the front

She stirrin' all the fiends, we the roads down the road

We the nigga bleed, won't talk bout that body nigga

We gon' leave, yeah

We gon' leave, yeah