Too busy to answer the phone right now
2500 miles across the country getting to it
That's all we know
Stay motivated
Stay focused
Shit just get money nigga
Everybody eat nigga
That's all it's gonna be nigga
I'm in the trenches trapping
Got a lot to stack
Fresh off the flight I'ma roll up that pack
Gotta make moves then I gotta get back
You know who put you on yeah that's a fact
Don't listen to your songs that shit whack
All that shit you smoking on it been trash
Bitch I got a body bag in this bag
448/223
Yeah niggas gon' shoot cause you don't know me
Don't gas me up I'm living on E
And I don't know no nigga that said they knew me
Bitch I get the poppin and lettin off Uzis
All I stack is hundreds nigga that's blue cheese
I got all kinds of flavors with this weed
Got All kinds of crazy Bitches that's with me
I'm not no runner I'm more like a boss
You snooze then you lose just count up your loss
I'm always working to stack up that money
That money be calling ain't no falling off
Turkey bags gon' get me rich till I'm paid in full
Yeah I feel like Mitch but I feel like Coach
Everybody eat, everybody paid, everybody street
I'm just saying man I seen it
I been out there
Driving through LA 3 o'clock in the morning
I'm like damn it's 6 o'clock at home
Driving Wraiths in Atlanta
You can't even see who inside it
Back to the city my phone get the booming
They calling me like where you at what you got
I got the lows, the mids, the highs and the smalls
Bitch I got that ZA
50k wrapped in rubber bands that's a travel bag
With some hell hounds with some hell cats
I got the hell mad you can tuck that
Ain't no poot put we get big racks
Sit this on your lap you can flip that
If you take a loss you better get back
We don't play broke we don't chit chat
See them diamonds when it's pitch black
100k get your lick back
We don't talk tough we just flex back
I got jet lag I just touched back
This the big cat that shit matte black
Bro said he need a six pack
Said I got you just give me six back
I go off the map and then I get back
Hundred pounds can you picture that
Foreign cars with the place to match
Ain't worry bout bitches just chasing racks
I remember I was broke with the Pontiac
Every time I hear a shot I have flashbacks
I had long nights on that Amtrak
These hundreds can't fold
We move like a unit we stick to the code
Who we be at man nobody knows
We just stack and get money stay low
Rule number one I go broke
I don't play games I don't joke
I don't play games I don't joke
Mr vybez - Trap Nights In The Trenches II Lyrics
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Too busy to answer the phone right now
2500 miles across the country getting to it
That's all we know
Stay motivated
Stay focused
Shit just get money nigga
Everybody eat nigga
That's all it's gonna be nigga
I'm in the trenches trapping
Got a lot to stack
Fresh off the flight I'ma roll up that pack
Gotta make moves then I gotta get back
You know who put you on yeah that's a fact
Don't listen to your songs that shit whack
All that shit you smoking on it been trash
Bitch I got a body bag in this bag
448/223
Yeah niggas gon' shoot cause you don't know me
Don't gas me up I'm living on E
And I don't know no nigga that said they knew me
Bitch I get the poppin and lettin off Uzis
All I stack is hundreds nigga that's blue cheese
I got all kinds of flavors with this weed
Got All kinds of crazy Bitches that's with me
I'm not no runner I'm more like a boss
You snooze then you lose just count up your loss
I'm always working to stack up that money
That money be calling ain't no falling off
Turkey bags gon' get me rich till I'm paid in full
Yeah I feel like Mitch but I feel like Coach
Everybody eat, everybody paid, everybody street
I'm just saying man I seen it
I been out there
Driving through LA 3 o'clock in the morning
I'm like damn it's 6 o'clock at home
Driving Wraiths in Atlanta
You can't even see who inside it
Back to the city my phone get the booming
They calling me like where you at what you got
I got the lows, the mids, the highs and the smalls
Bitch I got that ZA
50k wrapped in rubber bands that's a travel bag
With some hell hounds with some hell cats
I got the hell mad you can tuck that
Ain't no poot put we get big racks
Sit this on your lap you can flip that
If you take a loss you better get back
We don't play broke we don't chit chat
See them diamonds when it's pitch black
100k get your lick back
We don't talk tough we just flex back
I got jet lag I just touched back
This the big cat that shit matte black
Bro said he need a six pack
Said I got you just give me six back
I go off the map and then I get back
Hundred pounds can you picture that
Foreign cars with the place to match
Ain't worry bout bitches just chasing racks
I remember I was broke with the Pontiac
Every time I hear a shot I have flashbacks
I had long nights on that Amtrak
These hundreds can't fold
We move like a unit we stick to the code
Who we be at man nobody knows
We just stack and get money stay low
Rule number one I go broke
I don't play games I don't joke
I don't play games I don't joke
2500 miles across the country getting to it
That's all we know
Stay motivated
Stay focused
Shit just get money nigga
Everybody eat nigga
That's all it's gonna be nigga
I'm in the trenches trapping
Got a lot to stack
Fresh off the flight I'ma roll up that pack
Gotta make moves then I gotta get back
You know who put you on yeah that's a fact
Don't listen to your songs that shit whack
All that shit you smoking on it been trash
Bitch I got a body bag in this bag
448/223
Yeah niggas gon' shoot cause you don't know me
Don't gas me up I'm living on E
And I don't know no nigga that said they knew me
Bitch I get the poppin and lettin off Uzis
All I stack is hundreds nigga that's blue cheese
I got all kinds of flavors with this weed
Got All kinds of crazy Bitches that's with me
I'm not no runner I'm more like a boss
You snooze then you lose just count up your loss
I'm always working to stack up that money
That money be calling ain't no falling off
Turkey bags gon' get me rich till I'm paid in full
Yeah I feel like Mitch but I feel like Coach
Everybody eat, everybody paid, everybody street
I'm just saying man I seen it
I been out there
Driving through LA 3 o'clock in the morning
I'm like damn it's 6 o'clock at home
Driving Wraiths in Atlanta
You can't even see who inside it
Back to the city my phone get the booming
They calling me like where you at what you got
I got the lows, the mids, the highs and the smalls
Bitch I got that ZA
50k wrapped in rubber bands that's a travel bag
With some hell hounds with some hell cats
I got the hell mad you can tuck that
Ain't no poot put we get big racks
Sit this on your lap you can flip that
If you take a loss you better get back
We don't play broke we don't chit chat
See them diamonds when it's pitch black
100k get your lick back
We don't talk tough we just flex back
I got jet lag I just touched back
This the big cat that shit matte black
Bro said he need a six pack
Said I got you just give me six back
I go off the map and then I get back
Hundred pounds can you picture that
Foreign cars with the place to match
Ain't worry bout bitches just chasing racks
I remember I was broke with the Pontiac
Every time I hear a shot I have flashbacks
I had long nights on that Amtrak
These hundreds can't fold
We move like a unit we stick to the code
Who we be at man nobody knows
We just stack and get money stay low
Rule number one I go broke
I don't play games I don't joke
I don't play games I don't joke
Writer: Gerald Parker Jr
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