Trenches Famous lyrics

[Chorus: Millyz]
Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up
Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much
Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous
I'm trenches famous
Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' sh*t but them letters
So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure
These b*tches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah
I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Millyz]
I back the 'Rari out in traffic like a Honda and sh*t (A Honda and sh*t)
And in my city, you can't name a ho that's not on my di*k (On God)
They sending casеs to my section, every bottlе is lit (All the time)
Different sweatsuit every airport like I model for Kith (Nah)
Lot of bozos on the 'Gram love to gossip and sh*t
My youngin stand over your body, hit your top with a switch (Brrt)
Sped life, cosa nostra, we the mafia clique (Mob)
My b*tch toxic, but she thicker than a pot of some grits, yeah
Drop Rolls-Royce in the summer, I feel the breeze out (Feel the breeze)
Heard you dissin' on the dead, but never seen nobody bleed out (Never seen nobody bleed out)
I just got my b*tch body done, she walkin' with her cheeks out
Bad hoes, I got a lot of them, might fly a hundred freaks out
We close to Medellín, eighty-five on the tint (Eighty-five on the tint)
Ain't a killer, but I can't lie like I don't got some attempts (Like I don't got some attempts)
I turned my pain into a profit, sometimes, I just gotta vent (Just gotta vent)
Bro'll down somethin', p*ss on his hands, and wipe the pole for the prints, Blanco
[Chorus: Millyz]
Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up
Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much
Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous
I'm trenches famous
Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' sh*t but them letters
So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure
These b*tches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah
I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
It's tweaky when we engage, squeezin' with no delay
We want him slaughtered, the price of the skeezy is bein' raised
Believe me, I'm what they ain't, really him 'round here
You can tell, you ever been 'round here
Treat the 'Ghini like LeSabre, that's just the Pebbles in me
That's why the b*tches throwin' Hello Kitty
n*ggas love the way that Jell-O jiggy
It ain't no secret, got the ghetto with me
To be from Fourth, you gotta do more than just yell it with me, nail him with me
Famous in these trenches, we celebrity status
Half a ticket in the vault, another Quay in the attic
Audemars after the Rollie, then he came with the Patek
Fill it up with prostitutes 'til ain't no space in the Wagen
These n*ggas ratted, can't carry your baggage, this how I feel
To be a fella underneath what I'm bangin', you need a kill
Giant in these P residentials, I'm like Shaquille
We to the box 'cause that letter they offered him wasn't no deal, n*gga
[Chorus: Millyz]
Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up
Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much
Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous
I'm trenches famous
Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' sh*t but them letters
So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure
These b*tches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah
I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous

[Outro: Millyz]
I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous