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scrawny c - trenches lyrics

[verse – nbr youngpipe]
ay, what, okay, nbr
oou, what

b-tch i’m smoking blunts, see this cash up in my lap
if the bands was getting low, the more i had to trap
you know i’m runnin up, never gonna catch a case
you know we romantic wit it, at a slow pace
chillin with the c, yeah you know we keep the b
backwood to the dome, knowing that i’m puffin steam
rollin in the coupe, b-tch you know i make it rain
backwood to the dome, filled it with a hundred strains
sent that hoe a pic, b-tch you know she sent the cat
know i keep her wet, b-tch you know i sent the splash
smoking on the way, b-tch you know i’m in her panties
having girls poppin cabbies like it’s easter candy
we in the club gettin higher than the f-ckin moon
why you bein goofy actin like some looney tunes
change the channel b-tch yknow i’m steady rackin up
know we buy a quarter just to roll extendo blunts
know we makin money, know we really cashin bags
smoke a couple blunts and you know we takin dabs
running from the opps, b-tch yknow i’m hopping fences
b-tch i’m in the streets, hoe yknow i’m in the trenches

[verse – scrawny c]
yeah you know i’m in the trenches
dont know me they stay guessing
call me ranch cuz i be dressing
im ya teacher boutta learn a lesson
fight a b-tch in the street with my vans
i could be blocboy, do my dance (dance)
didas never ugly til i seen stans (didas)
took a peek in my bank 100 grand
money way b-tch im a walking l!ck
pink hoodie yeah that be her cl-t
medium size be what fit (hey!)
wallet too fat yeah my sh-t thick

yuh, yuh, yuh, okay

greetings from h-ll, saved by the bell
yeah that b-tch fell (ooh)
she a wh0r-, can’t u tell
xan boy some trash, shoot him then we dash
think i’ve got a rash (oou), i’ve got the long cash
water like patek (ice), im dripping in sweat (sweat)
hogleg sh-t (sh-t), we up next (next)
my neck so froze, nike what are those
off the track, d-ck hard like a scone (scone)
fortnite chillin, 20 im k!llin
sc-m boy thrillin, gold piece fillin
where the f-ck my vape, sendin nudes late
b-tch this ain’t a date , got the gr-ss no debate
realest boy out here, y’all is some queers
i don’t f-ck with yall, get out from here

- scrawny c lyrics

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