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lirik lagu trenches – stoneda5th

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[intro]
(foe, where you at?)

[verse]
ain’t been postin’ on social media, been posted in the field
he keep speakin’ on the dead, that’s what’s gon’ get him k!lled
started bustin’ while we were drivin’, told brodie grab the wheel
b*tch, i came from the trenches, watch the homies ’cause they stealin’
robbin’, k!llin’, robbin’ in my robin jeans, finna get a million
only want head, ain’t tryna f*ck, baby, just suck s*m*n
n*ggas went against me, n*ggas folded, so i bought another strap
we was taught to not dodge beef, i don’t know what n*ggas on
told my brother he my brothеr if he right or wrong
n*ggas g*y, i’m kickin’ n*ggas out the posse
you don’t likе the way i live, n*gga, stop me
you f*ck with them, can’t f*ck with me, that’s how it go, n*gga
god my witness, i don’t fear no n*gga
mean muggin’ get you shot, so what you on, n*gga?
leavin’ n*ggas on seen ’cause i ain’t arguin’ on no phone, n*gga
go to war with myself, need no army
if you wasn’t there when the homie died, don’t speak upon dead
sn*tch his chain, if i don’t like it, sell it or p*wned it
n*ggas act like they want smoke until they get smoked
i done shot like five n*ggas with this handgun
i just been goin’ crazy, n*ggas been chained daily
your homie bought a gun just to die with it
b*tch, we outside, we hit his head, he try to take pictures
b*tch, we outside, strapped up, spinnin’ with gang members
keep squeezin’ ’til the gun cl!ck, no more bullets in the clip
he tried to run, but it’s too late, now he gone with the wind
saw his car, ate it up, he should’ve bought tint
pick and choosin’, ain’t do none of that, we was gon’ get it crackin’
hater, we gon’ squabble like we ain’t homies, up here grabbin’ my clothes
n*ggas only hard ’round certain n*ggas, they be tuckin’ they tail
i turned nothin’ to somethin’, they thought i was gon’ fail
playin’ both sides leave you dead by yourself
[outro]
b*tch, we outside, we hit his head, he try to take pictures
b*tch, we outside, strapped up, spinnin’ with gang members
keep squeezin’ ’til the gun cl!ck, no more bullets in the clip
he tried to run, but it’s too late, now he gone with the wind
saw his car, ate it up, he should’ve bought tint
pick and choosin’, ain’t do none of that, we was gon’ get it crackin’

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