Testo Trenches - DD Osama
Testo della canzone Trenches (DD Osama), tratta dall'album Trenches - Single
Yo-yo-yo, TJ, what you cookin' up?
K
Grraow, bang, grraow, bang
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man, the future
I'm tryna spin through they block with some big shit (like)
Like, see an opp, a nigga gettin' shot (baow, baow, baow)
Me and bro two deep on they block like a fidget
Like, we ain't leavin' 'til somebody drop ('til somebody, 'til somebody drop)
If he mention Edotty, then he gotta die, baow (baow)
Throw a shot to his eye (like)
If he mention lil' Notti, send him to the sky, baow (baow, baow, baow)
Like, for my brother, I'll slide (baow, baow, baow)
Like, niggas come home thinkin' they the shit 'til we pop out with ARPs and 30 sticks (baow, baow)
I'm tryna put that nigga in a ditch (like)
'Cause he talkin' 'bout my brother all in his spliff (like what?)
How you talkin' on bro when your mans done died? (On God)
He got stabbed in his chest like a couple of times
But fuck that, I'ma up that
If he ain't never up it, then he ain't one of mine (at all)
Bitch, I'm good in the trenches
I got money, the fuck is a friendship?
I bought a Cuban, it came with a pendant (on bro)
R.I.P. Notti and Dotty, I meant it
I got money, I could go to war
If I get that drop, I'm comin' to that door (comin' to that door)
Lotta dead niggas hit the floor
I told lil' Notti, "I'ma send 'em all" (I'ma send 'em all)
I'm tryna spin through they block with some big shit
Like, see an opp, a nigga gettin' shot (baow, baow, baow)
Me and bro two deep on they block like a fidget
Like, we ain't leavin' 'til somebody drop (on bro)
If he mention Edotty, then he gotta die, baow (baow)
Throw a shot to his eye (like)
If he mention lil' Notti, send him to the sky, baow (send him to the)
Like, for my brother, I'll slide (baow, baow, baow)
Think I'm, think I'm lyin'? Come and dare me
What you think that I got tucked in these brand new Amiris? (On bro)
He gon' be runnin', I'm Tom, he Jerry (he Jerry)
They bluff for the 'net, but in person, they scary (on bro)
I could name me a opp that got hit in his throat
But fuck him, I'ma just roll him and smoke (on bro)
But he got me deady, so I'ma just pass it to bro
He was chiefin', he ain't let him go (he ain't let him)
Like, they ain't let him live (they ain't let him live)
Niggas how we get in the whip
Hangin' out buggin', tryna catch a fit
Had to get me a 30, my bitch got a switch (my bitch got a)
New Glock, new sound, new kick (on bro)
New watch, new chain, same bitch (on bro)
If you my opp and you see me in person, then duck 'cause we 'bout to just flame (on bro)
I'm tryna spin through they block with some big shit
Like, see an opp, a nigga gettin' shot (baow)
Me and bro two deep on they block like a fidget
Like, we ain't leavin' 'til somebody drop ('til somebody drop)
If he mention Edotty, then he gotta die, baow (then he gotta)
Throw a shot to his eye (throw a shot to his)
If he mention lil' Notti, send him to the sky, baow (send him to the)
Like, for my brother, I'll slide (for my brother, I'll slide)
I'm tryna spin through they block with some big shit
Like, see a opp, a nigga gettin' shot (baow)
Me and bro two deep on they block like a fidget
Like, we ain't leavin' 'til somebody drop ('til somebody drop)
If he mention Edotty, then he gotta die, baow (then he gotta)
Throw a shot to his eye (throw a shot to his)
If he mention lil' Notti, send him to the sky, baow (send him to the)
Like, for my brother, I'll slide (on bro)
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
The fuckin' future
R.I.P. Notti, R.I.P. Dot
1417, nigga
Baow-baow, baow-baow!
Credits
Writer(s): Kylle Collins, David Miguel Reyes, Thierry Jean Jacques
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