KingMade Aidyn - Trenches
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{Verse}
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Bands, nigga let's get it
If you talk shit are you dumb? is you trippin’?
I ain't fall off lil' nigga are you kiddin’
You ain't gon' do shit you ain't on tip
Everywhere I go I bring my glick
Got on my flight 10k for the trip
I brought a big Glock came wit' a switch
Listen to yo' song you smoking that fent'
Choppa bullets gon' make that nigga dance
Bust new bag get LV pants
Choppa put him in a trance
Had to get it up, yeah, get these bands
Ran it up, about ten
Got so much drip lil’ nigga im drenched
Yeah, went crazy in the trench
You not balling nigga you on the bench
Nigga you broke you live in a tent
All these bitches wanna fuck on the man
I been angry so I’m going on rants
Shipping whitе but I'm making these bands
He diеd from talking shit on the ’gram
Pouring red finna dye my hair that
Getting these racks and I know for a fact
He died, so well?
Young nigga ain't have no help
Choppa take all the hair of ya' scalp
Went to jail and get 100k for the bail
Got them racks and they was in the mail
Designer shirt you got it for sell
Call one of my demons I send him to hell
Get these racks and we finna jugg
I'm still finna flex like is it too much?
I’ma still flex I don't care as much
Send me your drop we gon' shoot that up
Y'all niggas too ground while we is too up
Y'all niggas broke like nigga so what?
Sip so much drank I'm finna throw up
I'm buying more drank I need more mud
Do that shit if you can
I just need to be real
Pull up see how ya' feel
Still rich I ain't sign no deal
Bitch I'ma keep balling brad' beal
Pouring up red this not no teal
If he keep talking he gon' get killed
Spent bout' 10k for this meal
Taking percs' I'm tryna heal
What, what, for my ex
One day gon' be famous like dex
He talking shit and we at his address
Nigga we rich but guess how we went
Y'all niggas never know where I been
I get pape' I'm for the flex
Got so much drank lil' bitch I'm drenched, huh
{Verse}
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Bands, nigga let's get it
If you talk shit are you dumb? is you trippin’?
I ain't fall off lil' nigga are you kiddin’
You ain't gon' do shit you ain't on tip
Everywhere I go I bring my glick
Got on my flight 10k for the trip
I brought a big Glock came wit' a switch
Listen to yo' song you smoking that fent'
Choppa bullets gon' make that nigga dance
Bust new bag get LV pants
Choppa put him in a trance
Had to get it up, yeah, get these bands
Ran it up, about ten
Got so much drip lil’ nigga im drenched
Yeah, went crazy in the trench
You not balling nigga you on the bench
Nigga you broke you live in a tent
All these bitches wanna fuck on the man
I been angry so I’m going on rants
Shipping whitе but I'm making these bands
He diеd from talking shit on the ’gram
Pouring red finna dye my hair that
Getting these racks and I know for a fact
He died, so well?
Young nigga ain't have no help
Choppa take all the hair of ya' scalp
Went to jail and get 100k for the bail
Got them racks and they was in the mail
Designer shirt you got it for sell
Call one of my demons I send him to hell
Get these racks and we finna jugg
I'm still finna flex like is it too much?
I’ma still flex I don't care as much
Send me your drop we gon' shoot that up
Y'all niggas too ground while we is too up
Y'all niggas broke like nigga so what?
Sip so much drank I'm finna throw up
I'm buying more drank I need more mud
Do that shit if you can
I just need to be real
Pull up see how ya' feel
Still rich I ain't sign no deal
Bitch I'ma keep balling brad' beal
Pouring up red this not no teal
If he keep talking he gon' get killed
Spent bout' 10k for this meal
Taking percs' I'm tryna heal
What, what, for my ex
One day gon' be famous like dex
He talking shit and we at his address
Nigga we rich but guess how we went
Y'all niggas never know where I been
I get pape' I'm for the flex
Got so much drank lil' bitch I'm drenched, huh
