Lyrics Trenches - BigDoethaGod

All this shit started off in the kitchen
Niggas still thinking how we gon whip it
Close the curtain cuz niggas peek bitches listen
Got a story tell that shit wit the quickness
But I'm like nah I can't leave where the witness
So we bang map it out in the kitchen
Bro say dang I'm a need me some bitches
Like Johnny dang honey gold wit the pieces
Rollie blang she in love wit my Beatles
She give me brain that's a line from the Beatles
Right
If I'm on a song and you seeing that I missed yo call
Then leave me alone
I'll never go home If a bitch gon act up
Man she better know her place
Before she stay in the race
Otherwise them sheets getting packed up
Baby yeah it's lil a cold world
I messed wit old girl In the sandbox
You thinking sandlot I'm thinking old school
Like middle school
Where I was clapping cheeks Between home room
Shordie bad She play a lil cold tune
Bitch was breaking hearts before even I knew her
Snatched her ass up and put her in the movement
808's booming
While I'm out here Tom cruising
Where I'm posted we be reckless
With a nine up in the pelle
Think just like some real felons
If you ain't seen then you ain't telling
Niggas dying on my schedule
It's a real mob presence

So now we just making this shit work
You don't need a scale this from the earth
If I show a bag then them hoes twerk
Sex money drugs make em go bezerk
I know they all in love wit my fuckin work
Even fiends wanna buy a shirt
They say BigDoe put em in a hearse

If you saving up money Then stack it for me
I'm like a Ghost when it come to the green
I slime niggas out and I tax you to eat
It's plenty other places that I wanted to be
But since I'm stuck then bitch I'm a disease
Posting a picture debating the sleeve
If You got money stop showing the cheese
Take them real bills out so we can see
You say you a gangsta where you cleaning them guns
I was just dirty cuz I ain't have the funds
Walking around wit some dirt on my ones
Made it from nothing i turned to the don
Plenty of fights u kno that shit fun
Started this shit and I bet it'll run
Step to my face Nigga run me my ones

I'm seeing yo momma yo aunt n yo son
But I'll be wrong if I up em n run
You said it was static but where is yo gun
You said you outside We ain't having no fun
Head on the floor wit some blood on my 1's
3 shots to the tummy now he on ground
I'm grabbing the fam and we hitting the town

If you saving up money Then stack it for me
I'm like a Ghost when it come to the green
I slime niggas out and I tax you to eat
It's plenty other places that I wanted to be
But since I'm stuck then bitch I'm a disease
Posting a picture debating the sleeve
If You got money stop showing the cheese
Take them real bills out so we can see
You say u a gangsta where you cleaning them guns
I was just dirty cuz I ain't have the funds
Walking around wit some dirt on my ones
Made it from nothing i turned to the don
Plenty of fights u kno that shit fun
Running this shit