A$ton Matthews - Trenches Lyrics

You heard that, make sure you get all that
We stoked
Aye, wait hold up
Aye, aye, wait hold up
Wait, wait hold up

Make yo bitch drown, break a brick down (Aye aye)
30 pop a Juntao, turn yo whip round
Benji on the fall in, let the shit pile (Oh yeah)
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 dick 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 shit yeah
Im'a walkin lick cause young nigga talkin' brick fair
Ay, know I had to make the shit clear
Money counter choppin' like a windmill
Aye, please tell me what's the issue
Commas on yo head I bet them niggas gon' forget you
Aye, fourth and goal we gotta blitz you
Shooters goin' dummy if I ever blow the whistle
Aye, Bruce Wayne in the Hussein
Keep the beef brackin' from the color of my shoe strings
Aye, Something stocky for the mood swing
Aye, I be Prada stepping wit the loose change
Aye, Somethin' foreign where I lay
Somethin' foreign on the plate
We be scoring by the 8
We be pouring by the 8
Niggas dishin' out the weight
You can get it by the whole half, quarter, or the eighth
Ain't afraid to do the leg work
Aye, boy I always put the bread first
Aye, know these diamonds make a bitch flirt
Aye, See the envy know the shit hurt
I seen Yamborghini die up in his sleep, aye
Type shit 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

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 nigga pistol to yo head
Ran all out of wocky so we sippin' on the red

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 nigga pistol to yo head
Ran all out of wocky so we sippin' on the red, aye

You wanna play rough?
Okay!