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clavish - welcome to the trenches (pop smoke remix) lyrics

[intro]
(this is a melo beat)
baby, welcome to the trenches
you know we got corn for days for n+ggas that think they’re sittin’ on fences
baby, welcome to the trenches

[chorus]
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order

[verse]
out of order, out of order
still need b+tter, not flora (flora)
me and bro mash h+lla work, shopping sprees, still bring my boarer (ching)
just blew feds in the a3, thought i was baitly whippin’ a corsa
she’s naughty, swallow it all up now she’s baby sittin’ my daughter
all this snow, i can make my wrist rain and buy somethin’ that sounds like thunder (boom)
sweet ones make it clear, they just want me in their bumper (clearly)
i don’t even need their number (nope)
still got a samsung jumping
my top off+white, mum knows i do the exact same thing as my jumper (get it?)
the smoke’s in broski’s pouch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cali bud (nope)
this lv drip make hoes wanna suck man like capri sun (slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp)
just robbed like half a box, that’s eighteen z’s for the price of none
balmain top to wear like once
shotgun the same price as triple s’s
still confused how joe got nfa for a triple cheffin’ (how?)
still confused how man think that they’re gang when they ain’t my bredrin
baby, welcome to the trenches
i’m on 1xtra, bbc are still tryna put man on bbc
.12’s that four and a half, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout btc
send out a text from early morn, i can’t just lay in my b+e+d
in the trap with young adz and lb and i ain’t even talking dbe
[chorus]
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order

- clavish lyrics

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