Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Pop out kilo on my wrist
I got two different phones trying get off like three four bricks
He try run off with the what dawgie catch a five five six
I got seven eight bitches I don't need you in my mix
I hear voices in my head telling me Flizzy just keep going
Pop out on a drill fresh I might catch a kill in Rick Owens
Nigga you a f*cking goofy you just buyin guns to show it
Nigga I could talk the talk cause I gone pull my gun and blow it
Yeah I don't need security
G lock on my waist it clutch me tight it securing me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't put fear in me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't be scaring me
Pop out with one gun they thinking that it's a pair of me
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with ghost guns
Pop out in the trenches kill on my wrist a whole ton
Shit so heavy I be outside posted up with four guns
Everything go rrtt rrtt I don't f*ck with slow guns
Had a sit down with my g lock tell he take your soul and done
I don't give a f*ck bout friends cause I want money commas funds
Had a sit down with my plug tell he i need more guns and drugs
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
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Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Pop out kilo on my wrist
I got two different phones trying get off like three four bricks
He try run off with the what dawgie catch a five five six
I got seven eight bitches I don't need you in my mix
I hear voices in my head telling me Flizzy just keep going
Pop out on a drill fresh I might catch a kill in Rick Owens
Nigga you a f*cking goofy you just buyin guns to show it
Nigga I could talk the talk cause I gone pull my gun and blow it
Yeah I don't need security
G lock on my waist it clutch me tight it securing me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't put fear in me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't be scaring me
Pop out with one gun they thinking that it's a pair of me
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with ghost guns
Pop out in the trenches kill on my wrist a whole ton
Shit so heavy I be outside posted up with four guns
Everything go rrtt rrtt I don't f*ck with slow guns
Had a sit down with my g lock tell he take your soul and done
I don't give a f*ck bout friends cause I want money commas funds
Had a sit down with my plug tell he i need more guns and drugs
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Pop out kilo on my wrist
I got two different phones trying get off like three four bricks
He try run off with the what dawgie catch a five five six
I got seven eight bitches I don't need you in my mix
I hear voices in my head telling me Flizzy just keep going
Pop out on a drill fresh I might catch a kill in Rick Owens
Nigga you a f*cking goofy you just buyin guns to show it
Nigga I could talk the talk cause I gone pull my gun and blow it
Yeah I don't need security
G lock on my waist it clutch me tight it securing me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't put fear in me
I could give a f*ck bout who you with that shit don't be scaring me
Pop out with one gun they thinking that it's a pair of me
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with
This a real g lock we don't f*ck with ghost guns
Pop out in the trenches kill on my wrist a whole ton
Shit so heavy I be outside posted up with four guns
Everything go rrtt rrtt I don't f*ck with slow guns
Had a sit down with my g lock tell he take your soul and done
I don't give a f*ck bout friends cause I want money commas funds
Had a sit down with my plug tell he i need more guns and drugs
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm
Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm
I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong
When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one
Writer: Jeremy Adames
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