Krashout Jay T - Trenches Lyrics

Gang
(Big y's I throw up og second nigga)
Gang shit, gang, Jay T

He say he want smoke, scoot up
They lie about how they living bitch you aint living like that you jus mf' blew up
Sticks, we got them out like we cue'd up
Bitch your circle sweet, fruit cups
All my niggas armed in my f*cking circle just like it's a (Bang)
Bitch I got that strap yeah that thooker
And I want that smoke, hookah, i'm in the H where they screwed u
Bitch sucked my dick I get chewed up
True religion on my body a bald headed old man I think his name is buddha
I'm riding around with a ruler and a lil ruger, she say Jayt is my shooter
I say whatever bitch jus give me that brain, she did and now she need a tutor (On gang)
Bitch i'm a real nigga, how you in the streets but you scared to kill niggas
Your hoe suck on my dill Pickle, she know it ain't sweet but she gotta deal with it
I dont care how you feel nigga
My bro he'll stretch you, he finna drill niggas
Y'all lil niggas some lil niggas, 14 .22 packing that steel nigga
And my potna said he was finna hit a stain, and he like to drill niggas
Got a hoover, gd, a blood and a Ru' thats ready to deal with you
And I might just put a tommy on a nigga chest but he dont rock Hilfigure
Niggas always be claiming they drippy and shit but we finna go spill niggas
Came from the trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the mud and the dirt
Where niggas pull up with them .40's them .223's, glocks and put you on a shirt
Smoking big gas in the back of a vaco it's gas nigga so a nigga left earth
Ima go get it and that's on YOG that I been the realest since birth (Gang)

Gang shit no lame shit you already know what the f*ck go down
Long live JQ shit (Whole lot of gang shit)
Yeah, YOG shit
Big gang shit you already know
Houston Texas shit
44 shit (Gang)