letra de from the trenches - lil rico bandz
[intro]
(gun c-cks, distant sirens, heavy bass drop)
ayy, ayy, ayy!
straight out the mud, straight out the trenches!
ain’t no love, ain’t no feelings, f-ck n-gga!
lil rico, f-ck you talkin’ bout?!
[verse 1]
i was sixteen, had a glock with a beam
opps talk tough, put a hole in his spleen
mama told me, “boy, stay out the streets,”
but i’m knee-deep, i ain’t gettin’ no sleep!
posted on the block with them demons
hollows hit his chest, left him wheezin’
switch up on the glock, got it tweakin’
mask on tight, it’s a drill, no speakin’!
f-ck them n-ggas, they ain’t slidin’ for real
they be woofin’ online, but ain’t touchin’ no steel
we be lurkin’ at night, we be huntin’ to k!ll
put a bag on his head, now his blood on the bills!
n-ggas talk tough ‘til we pull up and dump
.30s and .50s, this b-tch got a drum
hollows gon’ eat up his body like lunch
put his ass in a blunt, now we smokin’ a runtz!
b-tch, i been out here, i don’t need no pass
chop’ got a kick, make a f-ck n-gga dance
stood on my block with that glock in my pants
aimin’ for tops, we ain’t givin’ no chance!
[hook]
from the trenches, b-tch, i came up from nothin’
hunnid shots, b-tch, we pull up and dumpin’
ain’t no talkin’, we don’t do no discussions
catch a opp, put that boy in a coffin!
ain’t no mercy, b-tch, i live what i rap
every bar, n-gga, this sh-t ain’t no cap
n-ggas p-ssy, they ain’t never shot back
on my soul, b-tch, i’m deep in this trap!
[verse 2]
hopped out the whip with a beam on a tec
caught his ass lackin’, got hit in his neck
n-ggas be talkin’ but never gon’ step
we spin through they block, leave that b-tch full of death!
b-tch, i got aim, i ain’t missin’ no shots
red beam on his head, now his body gon’ drop
mama was cryin’, she callin’ the cops
but f-ck all that talkin’, his ass in a box!
we don’t do peace, b-tch, we slide ‘til we win
empty the clip, then we spin back again
n-ggas be cappin’, they ain’t got no skin
i lost my brothers, ain’t no love in this sh-t!
f-ck a diss, n-gga, we pull up in person
hit up his top, now that boy need a surgeon
f-ck all that talkin’, we pull up and murk him
swerve off the scene, now his face on a curtain!
[hook]
from the trenches, b-tch, i came up from nothin’
hunnid shots, b-tch, we pull up and dumpin’
ain’t no talkin’, we don’t do no discussions
catch a opp, put that boy in a coffin!
ain’t no mercy, b-tch, i live what i rap
every bar, n-gga, this sh-t ain’t no cap
n-ggas p-ssy, they ain’t never shot back
on my soul, b-tch, i’m deep in this trap!
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
straight from the trenches, n-gga, f-ck you talkin’ bout?!
ayy, smylez, turn me up, n-gga!
f-ck them opps, we still on top!
gang sh-t, b-tch!
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