letra de ceo - trench baby
[intro]
uh, go, go
uh, go, go, go
uh, go, go, go
(y’all f-ck with dre banks [?]) uh
[verse]
told lil mari, “grab the wheel,” i’m shootin’ while my brodie drive
he say, “trench, why you keep spinnin’?” ’cause i’m tryna catch the 5
f-ck the opps, we up one, we get caught, bet i won’t drop a dime
late night creepin’ like i’m ovo, i got my drac’ outside
opps be chasin’ fame, can’t wait to catch one, pop his ass on live
put my trust in some fu’ n-ggas, lord knows i’d press rewind
opps can’t backdoor me, i cut a man and let the fully on
tryna take my chain, gon’ hear a “baow,” what type of sh-t you on?
last n-gga tried to send a message, [?] hit ’em up
moral of the story, n-ggas die for playin’ messenger
and this kriss vеc’ came with like forty shots, i ain’t lettin’ up
last n-gga spinnеd this block, like tupac, lil’ bro hit ’em up
n-ggas know not to play with lil’ rerock, b-tch, we dangerous
grandma say we belong in a zoo ’cause ain’t no tamin’ us
catch a n-gga dissin’ on bmoney, grouchy flame ’em up
steady slidin’, might bounce out the tesla with the doors up
12 just hit the lights, ain’t time to fl-ster, left they ass in dust
tap the trigger, do taps, that b-tch went “brrah,” the opps like, “what the f-ck?”
talk to me correct, b-tch, i’m a real gang member
not a rapper, i’m a clapper, i’m a real gravedigger
looked inside my brother eyes and i could see the pain in him
numb my pain with all this shoppin’, b-tch, i like amiri denim
he be thinkin’ with this d-ck, it ain’t too hard to get up with him
pray to allah every day ’cause lord knows that i’m a sinner
four deep in a striker, we gon’ spin they block inside a hemi
we give out free smoke ’cause lil’ bro say he at war with the city
opps be mad as f-ck we doin’ shows and they can’t get up with me
i got opps up in dakota, i got opps up in the ‘raq
rerock ceo, i made this sh-t and put it on my back
tried to spin my block inside a honda, left his sh-t on flat
ask the low end, i been active ‘fore i ever thought ’bout rap
get away from me inside the club, b-tch, i get in my mood
monkey in the middle, hoes get clapped for pickin’ sides, you better not choose
we got many guns, this b-tch look like the world war iii
ask the opps, before the v, lil’ trench would slide and shoot on feet
f-ck a price, i shoot for free, switch on the drac’, bet the opps remember me
b-tch
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