trench.mp3 lyrics
by Lunchbox
[Chorus]
She get lit, she get lit, in the trench (Frrah, frrah, frrah) (Lit, trench)
In this b*tch, we be ballin', we don't miss, f*ck the b*tch (Frrah, frrah, frrah) (We be ballin', b*tch)
All these labels, they be callin' (Labels, bih', callin')
It ain't M's, it ain't sh*t (Huh, sh*t)
All these b*tches, they be callin', get the head, get the head (Frrah, frrah, frrah)
She got friends, I got friends (Frrah, frrah) (Friends)
You wan' spin? n*gga, spin (Frrah, frrah)
You wan' spin? (Frrah, spin)
Oh, you said it's some bread on my head? I got ten (Frrah, frrah)
Pour up some Tris' (Tris'), b*tch, I feel like Sandman with these bags, all these xans, (Frrah, bags)
I need them M's (M's), you ain't talking bout sh*t, it ain't cash, it ain't said (Frrah, cash, frrah)
[Verse]
I been the man, what I told, n*gga, go tell a friend, tell a friend (Man, friend, friend, friend)
My b*tch so bad, she so bad, I might post on the 'Gram, on the 'Gram (Bad, 'Gram, 'Gram)
My b*tch so bad, we get high as f*ck, like it's the end, like the end (Bad, bad, frrah, end)
Know where I'm at (At), I'm so high, I don't know where I'm at, where I'm at (Frrah, frrah, frrah) (Hahaha)
We be jokin', but who kiddin'? (Who kiddin'? Frrah, hahaha)
We be jokin', but— (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
We be jokin', but who kiddin'? (Who kiddin', hah, frrah)
We be jokin', but who— (Huh, hah, ch'yeah)
We be jokin', but who kiddin'? (Ch'yeah, ch'yeah) (Who kiddin'?)
I'm so nice, I need two minutes (Ooh)
I'm so high, I need two minutes (Frrah, frrah)
I'm so high, I need two minutes (Frrah, frrah)
[Chorus]
She get lit, she get lit, in the trench (Frrah, frrah, frrah) (Lit, trench)
In this b*tch, we be ballin', we don't miss, f*ck the b*tch (Frrah, frrah, frrah) (We be ballin', b*tch)
All these labels, they be callin' (Labels, bih', callin')
It ain't M's, it ain't sh*t (Huh, sh*t)
All these b*tches, they be callin', get the head, get the head (Frrah, frrah, frrah)
She got friends, I got friends (Frrah, frrah) (Friends)
You wan' spin? n*gga, spin (Frrah, frrah)
You wan' spin? (Frrah, spin)
Oh, you said it's some bread on my head? I got ten (Frrah, frrah)
Pour up some Tris' (Tris'), b*tch, I feel like Sandman with these bags, all these xans, (Frrah, bags)
I need them M's (M's), you ain't talking bout sh*t, it ain't cash, it ain't said (Frrah, cash, frrah)
[Outro]
(Ugh, ugh, uugh) (Damn, damn, damn)