Paroles de Trenches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahNigga, say can y'all hear me, though?
Ayy (Diego)
Said I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I keep it on my lap
Dick-suckers want my head and johnnies breathin' down my back
Stand on business, bitch, if you ain't got no B's, then, bro, relax
I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back
This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt
Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip
Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch?
Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench
Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam
Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene
Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's
Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and cop pleas
Pop a opp, then two up top, bad hoes up in the spot
Back then was doin' bad, but now I'm walkin' with a knot
Crash, creep and tuck the Glock, fall off, then I'ma flock
Best put your faith in God 'cause you can't duck a hundred shots
I kinda like the way I live, been the same since we was kids
For nights when I had nothin' up on my plate, I do it big
Swap P80 for the SIG, dead suckers mixed with blend
At night I go to sleep and in my dreams see Debra Ann
Never fold and never bend, chop stick from Pakistan Said I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I keep it on my lap
Dick-suckers want my head and johnnies breathin' down my back
Stand on business, bitch, if you ain't got no B's, then, bro, relax
I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back
This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt
Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip
Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch?
Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench
Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam
Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene
Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's
Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and coppin' pleas
Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though?
Nigga, ayy, ayy
Huh
I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back
This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt
Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip
Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch?
Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench
Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam
Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene
Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's
Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and cop pleas
Pop a opp, then two up top, bad hoes up in the spot
Back then was doin' bad, but now I'm walkin' with a knot
Crash, creep and tuck the Glock, fall off, then I'ma flock
Best put your faith in God 'cause you can't duck a hundred shots
I kinda like the way I live, been the same since we was kids
For nights when I had nothin' up on my plate, I do it big
Swap P80 for the SIG, dead suckers mixed with blend
At night I go to sleep and in my dreams see Debra Ann
Never fold and never bend, chop stick from Pakistan Said I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I keep it on my lap
Dick-suckers want my head and johnnies breathin' down my back
Stand on business, bitch, if you ain't got no B's, then, bro, relax
I was knockin' at the front while bro was fallin' through the back
This real shit, so know if you ain't pullin' skits, then you exempt
Before they teach you life, they teach you how to take a trip
Another dead on 99th, well, shit, ain't that about a bitch?
Tote pole or you get flipped, a janky life up in the trench
Tuck yeek up in the jeans, 27 with the beam
Six shots, the Honda Civic with two dead up on the scene
Nike Techs and ARPs, whack G's and drop 3's
Not a threat, they older homies hit them walls and coppin' pleas
Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though?
Nigga, ayy, ayy
Huh
