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a$ton matthews - trenches lyrics

[verse 1]
make yo b-tch drown, break a brick down
30 pop a juntao, turn yo whip round
benji on the fall in, let the sh-t pile
sleezy on the call in, tryin’ get wild
had lil baby in the vip yeah, off the rip yeah
bust it down into a split yeah, on the d-ck yeah
couple thou-wow on the fit, another kicks yeah
spent yo rent on what i sip, i know i got ’em sick yeah
but that ain’t really sh-t yeah
im’a walkin l!ck cause young n-gga talkin’ brick fair
know i had to make the sh-t clear
money counter choppin’ like a windmill
please tell me what’s the issue
commas on yo head i bet them n-ggas gon’ forget you
fourth and goal we gotta blitz you
shooters goin’ dummy if i ever blow the whistle
bruce wayne in the hussein
keep the beef brackin’ from the color of my shoe strings
something stocky for the mood swing
i be prada stepping wit the loose change
somethin’ foreign where i lay
somethin’ foreign on the plate
we be scoring by the 8
we be pouring by the 8
n-ggas dishin’ out the weight
you can get it by the whole half, quarter, or the eighth
ain’t afraid to do the leg work
boy i always put the bread first
know these diamonds make a b-tch flirt
see the envy know the sh-t hurt
i seen yamborghini die up in his sleep – aye
type sh-t that haunt me underneath – aye
paranoia got me clutchin’ on the heat – aye
all these dead faces i can hear em when they speak – aye

[chorus]
finger on the trigger while i’m counting up the dead
slippin’ in the trenches put them halos on ya head
pistol on the counter n-gga pistol to yo head
ran all out of wocky so we sippin’ on the red

- aton matthews lyrics

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