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trenches calling - lil' vyro lyrics

[intro]
free my gang, f*ck the other side, n*gga
still posted where it’s real, where we slide, n*gga
tell them boys come rep they block, we gon’ pull up, let it fly, n*gga
(ayy, free them n*ggas, free them real n*ggas, man)

[verse 1]
what ’bout them opps? we been pressin’ they neck (for real)
what ’bout they set? we been spinnin’ they jets (skrrt)
if i can’t get to him, i’m sendin’ a check (go get ’em)
way before rap, i was runnin’ up threats
none of this change, still post with the gang, got a beam and a drum on the tec (brr)
walk with that b*tch in my hand, i ain’t never gon’ tuck it, that’s facts

[chorus]
b*tch, we just ran up a play, came back with twenty*five racks off a two*hour flip (facts)
told her get out of my spot, grab your purse, don’t forget to go call you a lyft (bye)
caught his ass lackin’ at stores, jumped out, that n*gga was buyin’ some chips (dumbass)
money done broke my app, he bond out the gang, he done got rich off scripts

[verse 2]
my right pocket full of blues, that’s crip, left one full of reds, that’s blood
i ain’t gon’ say too much, but you know what happened when they thought they slid on us (they gone)
his dumb ass died for a post, was it really worth it? should’ve just shut up
we got that sh*t on the dash, play that back, that’s a movie clip, run it up
bro got a chase on his hands, came out straight, he got some good*ass luck
b*tch, i ain’t tryna cuff, but you fine, and you got some good*ass lips
you wanna learn how to drill? ask gang, we got some good*ass tips
one of the opps too slow, ain’t even gotta chase, just wait, he gon’ trip
that n*gga say he the hottest, he just dropped a tape, that b*tch got too many skips
can’t even open my eyes, i’m deep in the cup, i done took too many sips
if i could do it, n*gga, you could do it, i done climbed too many cliffs
i ain’t got sh*t to give, stop beggin’, i done spent too many gifts
if rap don’t work, we back on the road, n*gga, we back makin’ flips
talkin’ that tough sh*t online, now his face on a shirt, he got caught in the mix
soon as they brought him inside, that boy started talkin’, i knew he was built like a snitch
left his ass stiff in the lot, closed casket, ain’t even get stitched
[chorus]
b*tch, we just ran up a play, came back with twenty*five racks off a two*hour flip
told her get out of my spot, grab your purse, don’t forget to go call you a lyft
caught his ass lackin’ at stores, jumped out, that n*gga was buyin’ some chips
money done broke my app, he bond out the gang, he done got rich off scripts

[outro]
we don’t care ’bout none of that, n*gga
we’ll come see you, n*gga
we’ll— i’ll cross my own blood, n*gga
ain’t no love, n*gga
biggest in this sh*t, n*gga

- lil vyro lyrics

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