Rules To The Trenches

Brand new switch Up on this glizzy Get on shorty in that minivan Fifty rounds I let it blow Spin his shit hit many men You might see me walk him down Cause I really get busy man His homie on some fan shit The dogs Im with ain't friendly man Aye Watch me push a nigga shit back Say he gon get me When he see me Still ain't got his lick back These beems look like a party Hella sticks f*ck up his kickback He a pussy What you waiting for He scared to his get back He a hoe You ain't with the shit And nigga I can merch it Let it blow Catch him with his bitch And Its a double murder I say let's go Can't be no witness So that bitch I got to murk her Them just rules to the trenches So that sympathy shit over Come on nigga Be for real You only tough around your niggas You don't want no beef for real Walk down gang You see your killer On that block like I'm Shaquille Can't run these bullets Get you quicker On that what We wet you up The way we finger f*ck These triggers In love with the bottle But might Pop a perc Get silly I'm bussin I'm going bezerk Since you from the mud You get put in the dirt You a wannabe shooter Don't put in no work 7.62s they ripping Through tissues You got a problem My niggas get with you It's no hesitating Ain't got time for waiting We hit him we done Now we don't got a issue Don't got a issue We getting them gone Sending out hits Through the phone My money long You don't want smoke wit us nigga We hitting shit just like a bong Hit the gas ain't crashing ATB shit niggas really be spazzing Amiri the jeans I really be cashing Rich nigga shit lowkey living lavish Not giving me credit I really be snapping