Trenches ft. Slap City Lyrics

If you calling about money I'm on the way there

Trap spot be jumping so I can't stay there

Just don't try nothing funny cause I won't play fair

Trying to stand on something now you gon lay there

If I'm sliding through I'm handling business

I'm solo when I move don't need a witness

I ain't wore no suit but I grit in them trenches

Moving weight by the juke but not under them benches

We can meet at the Gregg tell me yo ETA

New car smell and weed switch whips like GTA

KD what you need I move kicks like DVA

Trying to get from A to B I ain't talkin about GPA

If you calling my phone you got to pay me

Think I serve out my home you must be crazy

My shit ring nonstop I can't be lazy

Calling for a lil girl I ain't selling babies

They blowing up my line I tell them I'm down north

If I say 18th and vine just park by the court

All these plays got me balling this shit a sport

Driving in sport in something you niggas can't afford

If you calling about money I'm on the way there

Trap spot be jumping so I can't stay there

Just don't try nothing funny cause I won't play fair

Trying to stand on something now you gon lay there

If I'm sliding through I'm handling business

I'm solo when I move don't need a witness

I ain't wore no suit but I grit in them trenches

Moving weight by the juke but not under them benches

Catch me in the trenches on the late night

Can't blame it on my mama I was raised right

Fiends treat me like I'm Jesus I save lives

Understand they need us let's make it right

Watch me get it gone this phone check

I been all alone what you expect?

They see these diamond stones on my neck

I ain't sipping on no Wock this Hi-Tech

You know this ain't a game don't play fair

They scared to tell the Truth won't say Dare

Once you jump the fence got to stay there

Trapping selling babies this ain't daycare

If you calling about money I'm on the way there

Trap spot be jumping so I can't stay there

Just don't try nothing funny cause I won't play fair

Trying to stand on something now you gon lay there

If I'm sliding through I'm handling business

I'm solo when I move don't need a witness

I ain't wore no suit but I grit in them trenches

Moving weight by the juke but not under them benches