Trenches ft. Z Money & Baby Smoove Lyrics

Ooh, bleed em

Joog

Ron-Ron do that shit

Worth a couple million, far from the trenches

Just got a fill in and I ain't talkin' dentist

I'm the goat, I just left, out the store gettin' plenty

Don't you hit your nose, cause I got the work tinted

Suck a double hundred, baby girl, she overmanning

Niggas, they be cappin', see the bentley they vanish

Real big dog, baby girl, understand me

Two 4s on the hog and that bitch painted plastic

Can't retire from the game, still got dope inside my cabinet

Got that shit up in my veins, I'ma make a money bastard

Me and you, we not the same, hunnid shot don't need no aim

He ain't tryna get the money, why he even fuckin' care

Came in with a whole bunch of hunnids

Fuck her on the stomach, she like my new Vert bitch, bruh

Brick and new purse, hating nigga, that the worst

The money, I be thirsty, getting cash, so I can stunt, early

The money is important, roll up a hundred

Tell that bitch, she gon' snort it

This trap is stupid, jumping got some junky from Florida

Spend it get it back, that's the motherfucker order

Just had to ask the tag, I can't take no fuckin' shorty

Balenciaga track, I just gave it to your daughter

Fendi runner sneakers, I don't think you can afford it

I don't want her, you can keep her, nigga, you annoying

Worth a couple million, far from the trenches

Just got a fill in and I ain't talking dentist

I'm the goat, I just left, Out the store gettin' plenty

Don't you hit your nose, cause I got the work tinted

Suck a double hundred, baby girl, she overmanning

Niggas, they be capping, see the bentley and then they vanish

Real big dog, baby girl, understand me

Two 4s on the hog and that bitch painted plastic

I came up off phones and a little bit of plastic

And Louis Vuitton, 3k for my jacket

I'ma buy all the pints cause I got the habit

Play with me in my city, I bet it get tragic

My buddy fresh out, he look just like a savage

My buddy fresh out, he a come kill yo captain

I wear it off white when I'm dipping and dabbing

Ducked off with your bitch, now she missing in action

If you look at my cup, then its wocky or red

Got some crips in LA, they will run in your crib

Shoot him in his chin like he need a bib

Keep nothing but pints and some pops to my friends

Run for a couple million, fall from the trenches

Just got a feeling and I ain't talk a thing

On the go, I just left, I'm about to start gettin' plenty

Don't you hit your nose, cause I got the work to do

Suck a double hundred, baby girl, she overmanning

Niggas, they be capping, see the bill and then they vending

Real big dog, baby girl, understand

Two thousand a ho, then that bitch been depressed