Peewee Longway - Trenches lyrics

No trenches, no trenches, no trenches No dope [?] on them benches I don't want [?] design intervention, I don't, I could [?] Them trenches are hundreds I feel like a milly I kick Fred the Godson in a Bentley The bridge come on bullsh** They're rapping and whipping Them trenches they're pouring them mud in a kidney Don't show you no love, don't [?] And they're busting them slug and ya n***as ripping They're hood riches [?] they're not rich, they're ripping They're getting the dope and the water they're spinning They're talking about deals, it's Venice the deal I thought molly pill is still [?] to the ceiling Versaci, Versaci, we brought our women The trenches are [?] Young doobie, young sh**, and we're rolling, we're sixty Three quarter [?] Don't hear [?] them [?] don't get you I started from scratch with the OG in the trenches [?] I wasn't getting no business I stood in the trunk with a [?] [?] I'm coming, I'm serving the kitchen The water we're [?] the water we're whipping [Chorus] I start selling d** in the motherf**ing kitchen I learned how to cook, the water whipping in the trenches My first hundred thousand, only felt it like a million Make a neighborhood house and tie them b**hes to the kitchen The trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, in the motherf**ing trenches! I heard your partner had to go for some breads You gotta get it how we get it living in the trenches I could have bought a Bentley last we profit out the trenches Two hundred thousand men, I swear this sh** feel like a minute Get the [?] then I flip it, stretch it in the kitchen Water wiping, them I'm serving to my little n***as Yo n***as talk sh**, they don't rip or f** If you ask my goons in the trenches and a n***a eat you up! See a n***a got work and a n***a got pussies Make it double meal while you're grinding in the trenches See, I'm chilling in the trenches, me and my n***as I'm a [?] all my n***as! I will ball all my n***as, go [?] all my n***as Hundred bag all my n***as Hundred grands all my n***as Till it tears down, go hide in the trenches [Chorus] I start selling d** in the motherf**ing kitchen I learned how to cook, the water whipping in the trenches My first hundred thousand, only felt it like a million Make a neighborhood house and tie them b**hes to the kitchen The trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, in the motherf**ing trenches! Let's go! Two hundred on a day, it's three hundred in the set They're pulsing my blunt and they fall on my weight sh** talking n***a get that photo in your face You know she been a boss, n***a stay in your place, p**y! I spent like thirty bandz for this watch So I get like thirty [?] I felt nothing for these n***as, just the [?] You ain't working with a mill, I ain't wanna talk! [?] My brand new car and fine new [?] flip I'm about to make Hey, touch down, say! I started this way and bullets My sh** kinda [?] we're late Got my [?] my b**h f** you Go somewhere and masturbate! That b**h me f**ing as the [?] Whole things to weight up You f** n***as running around, Hating on me mad cause they don't wait! b**h, I might [?] a big stupid a** [?] [Chorus] I start selling d** in the motherf**ing kitchen I learned how to cook, the water whipping in the trenches My first hundred thousand, only felt it like a million Make a neighborhood house and tie them b**hes to the kitchen The trenches, them trenches Them trenches, them trenches Them trenches, in the motherf**ing trenches![Chorus