paroles de chanson Trenches - RugRat OD

If yeen' from the trenches you can't thug how you want
Yeah you gotta' keep a pistol you will die if you won't
But bitch i prayed up, i was raised to tote that stone
First charge caught a burglary we breakin' in your home (hold on)
I think this melody put me in my zone
All my niggas fighting felonies i hope it won't be long
When you in there doin' time, they forget you even gone
I been waitin' so long like what the fuck goin' on (yeah)
Bitch you better not lie to me, you better ride for me
Set a nigga off, fuck the opps, pull a robbery
Once i get a deal, this shit gon' feel like the lottery
Now i'm droppin' bags on your head with no apologiesh
I told Lil Tory keep my back, he got that .40 on em'
You better run up on that nigga he might put it on you
And imma rock out on a nigga imma put it on em'
Faceshot don't make me put that fuckin' .40 on you
Oh i go dumb dumb, nigga i go dumb dumb
Keep that K on me nigga thats that drum drum
I aint playin' with these niggas i aint playin for fun