live from the trenches - glockboyz teejaee lyrics
[intro]
(danny g on the beat)
yeah
on my mind, it’s like melly, free the guys, n*gga
yeah, yeah, like
on my mind, it’s like—
free the guys, i got murder on my—
like melly, free the guys
what’s up with this sh*t we rappin’—
(d*mn, jakesand)
(bang that sh*t)
yeah
[verse]
i got murder on my mind just like melly, free the guys
this ho weak as sh*t, we ran from the police, she let me drive
i be paranoid, so i don’t do red lights or stop signs
you can’t call my phone for nothin’, i don’t let hoes waste my time
n*ggas worse than hoes, actin’ just like fans, i don’t get it
if i kept hoopin’, sh*t, i probably’d bе the best n*gga on the pistons
shе knew i’m live from the trap, you just livin’ in it
i’ve been out of town so long, even my custos say they miss a n*gga
i woke up and made some money, now my pockets swole
makin’ thousands in my sleep, i got the cheat code
her lil’ bag, it cost some pape’, i don’t f*ck with cheap hoes
couldn’t afford that b*tch you had, she met the gang and she got repo’ed
ain’t never cryin’ over no b*tch, i just ran my money up
she gon’ call your phone again, she see you post a hundred plus
my new b*tch so f*ckin’ bad, i think i got this ho by luck
i quit school, i’m tryna trap and get a benz, like f*ck the bus
in the club, went to shiesty home, can’t even see my face (yup)
n*ggas think i’m tryna rob, i’m tryna take your b*tch away
she gon’ have more fun with me when she find out i’m gettin’ pape’
live crazy, these hoes suck the d*ck before we go on a date
get some money music, grab your money counter, n*gga, thumb through it
n*gga, turn your speakers up, go to the trap, might make a hundred to it
n*ggas actin’ like they k!llers, i’m like, “d*mn, that’s what the drugs do?”
my n*ggas rich, we hit l!cks, ain’t gotta sell ’em to the d*mn jeweler (my n*ggas)
you came up doin’ this sh*t, my n*ggas vets
n*ggas turned you to a gangster, you a clown, a chia pet
doin’ donuts, fishtailin’ when i stab off in the ‘cat
she called me broke, i started laughin’, i’m at the crib countin’ some racks, yeah
[outro]
she called me broke, i’m at the crib countin’ some racks, n*gga
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