Rules To The Trenches Lyrics

Brand new switch

Up on this glizzy

Get on shorty in that minivan

Fifty rounds I let it blow

Spin his shit hit many men

You might see me walk him down

Cause I really get busy man

His homie on some fan shit

The dogs Im with ain't friendly man

Aye

Watch me push a nigga shit back

Say he gon get me

When he see me

Still ain't got his lick back

These beems look like a party

Hella sticks fuck up his kickback

He a pussy

What you waiting for

He scared to his get back

He a hoe

You ain't with the shit

And nigga I can merch it

Let it blow

Catch him with his bitch

And Its a double murder

I say let's go

Can't be no witness

So that bitch I got to murk her

Them just rules to the trenches

So that sympathy shit over

Come on nigga

Be for real

You only tough around your niggas

You don't want no beef for real

Walk down gang

You see your killer

On that block like I'm Shaquille

Can't run these bullets

Get you quicker

On that what

We wet you up

The way we finger fuck

These triggers

In love with the bottle

But might

Pop a perc

Get silly I'm bussin

I'm going bezerk

Since you from the mud

You get put in the dirt

You a wannabe shooter

Don't put in no work

7.62s they ripping

Through tissues

You got a problem

My niggas get with you

It's no hesitating

Ain't got time for waiting

We hit him we done

Now we don't got a issue

Don't got a issue

We getting them gone

Sending out hits

Through the phone

My money long

You don't want smoke wit us nigga

We hitting shit just like a bong

Hit the gas ain't crashing

ATB shit niggas really be spazzing

Amiri the jeans I really be cashing

Rich nigga shit lowkey living lavish

Not giving me credit I really be snapping