In the trenches it get cold
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Two percent right now, I'm sorry momma man I got to hit the plug
I'm doing plane things, shit I'm only going up
Gorilla glue up in hellcat, I'm staying stuck
Ex hoe, her nigga wanna lock in, she pissed off
Yeah, I'm so attached to money that I diss-attached from love and got a bag
Bitch you moving slow, I been sipping slow but going fast
Mr. Murdah man, I beat up the pussy that's a fact
Never went to class, I was straight up kicking shit in math
Locked away, put my money and the feelings in a safe
Ok, work start up at night, I love that time of day
Ok, diamonds white as hell, and fresher than cocaine
Woah, Ima leave a goofy hoe for thinking she my main
In the trenches it get cold
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Teresso - God Bless Lyrics
Teresso - God Bless Lyrics
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In the trenches it get cold
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Two percent right now, I'm sorry momma man I got to hit the plug
I'm doing plane things, shit I'm only going up
Gorilla glue up in hellcat, I'm staying stuck
Ex hoe, her nigga wanna lock in, she pissed off
Yeah, I'm so attached to money that I diss-attached from love and got a bag
Bitch you moving slow, I been sipping slow but going fast
Mr. Murdah man, I beat up the pussy that's a fact
Never went to class, I was straight up kicking shit in math
Locked away, put my money and the feelings in a safe
Ok, work start up at night, I love that time of day
Ok, diamonds white as hell, and fresher than cocaine
Woah, Ima leave a goofy hoe for thinking she my main
In the trenches it get cold
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Two percent right now, I'm sorry momma man I got to hit the plug
I'm doing plane things, shit I'm only going up
Gorilla glue up in hellcat, I'm staying stuck
Ex hoe, her nigga wanna lock in, she pissed off
Yeah, I'm so attached to money that I diss-attached from love and got a bag
Bitch you moving slow, I been sipping slow but going fast
Mr. Murdah man, I beat up the pussy that's a fact
Never went to class, I was straight up kicking shit in math
Locked away, put my money and the feelings in a safe
Ok, work start up at night, I love that time of day
Ok, diamonds white as hell, and fresher than cocaine
Woah, Ima leave a goofy hoe for thinking she my main
In the trenches it get cold
Straight up pushing in a devil, with an angel on my shoulder
Thank God for them old hoes
Thank God for the track
Thank God for the racks
Writer: Trey Luesley
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