Gimme Dat

I don't even know what I'ma say on these Oh well, Darealdon Big knots, big glocks, you know my shit No, no Yeah, you can turn that beat up a little for me Jalen did it again Keep sending them beats, I'ma keep giving you that heat In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back Think the Trench's lifestyle, you got me back in the trap Four-eight, I'm back sipping that yak Like when your mans die, and they start patting your back They said, no, don't spin, but it's war about that You think we siblings, gon' tic for tac You take one, I take four, that's how I get my lick back Just ran off with your shit, like I said, gimme dat You my son, I had more than your pop All that shit that I gave, then you turned to a opp Heard you killed shhh, really got me paranoid But I'm still on the block, selling girl and that boy You can't come to the block, cause your past got a void I like 50 and zero, got me feeling like Floyd Been putting belt to the ass, like a extension cord If you live by the gun, then you won't die by the sword Y'all just bring dumb dino out, but my gun ain't gon' roar All the opps make me dime, gotta stay up with the Lord When he put the chalk out, I guess I'm up on the score I'm just bar teasing, should I get one more In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back Think to Trench's lifestyle, you got me back in the trap Four or eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah Like when your mans die, and they start patting your back They saying, no, don't spin, but it's war about that You think we're siblings, we're on tick-four-tack You take one, I take four, that's how I get my lick back Just ran off with your shit, like I said, give me that Gutta, you niggas had it, but you start Now I'm in the game like 24, ain't trying to pass the ball Who pissed Brody off? Yeadoe The woady called, got me pulling up like Debo He taking that Rollie off, Go cry in the car Still scheming, it's for a cause Selling zips of that Hawk, pink 10s, and some raw I'm posted by the bar, you shopping, we got it all F*ck a missile, that's a bomb I'm mixing with fit and all, screaming, f*ck the laws Gotta play foul, they gonna charge They on chase, hit the alley, hop the fence and hide the rod FaceTime Don, hoping he can guide me up out the yard They stay gone, then it's back to the block to get it all In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back Think to trenches lifestyle, you got me back in the trap Four-eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah Like when your mans die, and they start patting it back They saying, no, don't spend, but it's war about that You think we siblings One tick for a tap You take one, I take four That's how I get my lick back Just ran off with your shit Like I said, give me that Chino dumb smoke, bust ya hear the spinner ben Melatonin in the styrofoam cup, that's purple lean Slumber parties in the middle of the block with a bunch of fiends Nuh-uh-nuh, purple bond in my touch I'm one of them, Mr. Hustle Hard If I ain't got it, then I will steal it for you Entrepreneur chasing the bag like that's a Kruger for you Crown apple all in a cup She's draping for performance Then she gonna swallow the nut to banish the moment Still sporting goods like Spartans Shooting trees at the offense That's a medical, which means I'm balling Six shots out the pot, the revolver Break bones and rip organs This two heads from the doctor's closet In the trenches, it's head tap, fucking tap on the back Think the trench is lifestyle Got me back in the trap Four-four-eight, I'm back sipping that, yeah Like when your mans die and they start packing your back They say, no, don't spend, but it's war about that You think we're siblings One take four attack You take one, I take four That's how I get my lick back Just ran off with your shit Like I said, give me that Oh