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trenches - styles savage & jiddy lyrics

you never heard of styles savage?

came from the trenches
remember we slept on park benches
now i’m flexin’ yo crib on my necklace
yeah i’m out with the gang you can’t test us
ar with the drum it go reckless
like a club, yeah it open up sections
and i march in a band with the steppas
n*gga you think that you can do better?
nah
all that sneak dissing gon’ make you go missing
getting to the gwap n*gga that is my mission
shawty suck d*ck same lips you kissing
she claim that she gang but the homies just hitting
gon’ make so much cash it’s gon cover my children
hundred*fifty on the dash really i’m just chilling
roll up with the gas its the za’ stay hitting
if you coming from my past then you need to stay hidden
ah

look
30 shot rock
uh
i’m hitting you on your block
uh
stupid lil’ b*tch gave me top (gave me top)
then i took off in a drop (vroom)
still a big n*gga always sipping on that wockhardt (wock)
i don’t got no keys when i kick it it’s a push start
you don’t got a bankroll b*tch you just look smart
swimming in the ocean highways with the real sharks
uh
i want him dead
uh, yeah
right on his head (put it right on his head)
uh, yeah
fill ’em with lead
uh, yeah
that n*gga dead
came from the trenches
remember we slept on park benches
now i’m flexin’ yo crib on my necklace
yeah i’m out with the gang you can’t test us
ar with the drum it go reckless
like a club, yeah it open up sections
and i march in a band with the steppas
n*gga you think that you can do better?
nah
all that sneak dissing gon’ make you go missing
getting to the gwap n*gga that is my mission
shawty suck d*ck same lips you kissing
she claim that she gang but the homies just hitting
gon’ make so much cash it’s gon cover my children
hundred*fifty on the dash really i’m just chilling
roll up with the gas its the za’ stay hitting
if you coming from my past then you need to stay hidden
ah

yeah
we in the trenches broad day we ain’t letting up
we sending shots make him dance like it’s step it up
you gotta have a whole army to step to us
if he was a junkie, we serving him fentanyl
i’m in the streets with the drake like its set it off
we robbed the plug for his sh*t and we kept it all
we spin yo block see yo gang and we shoot ’em all
then re*up on bands and you know we straight to the mall
n*ggas be talking all tough and they ducking they sh*t when they see us they know we gon’ bl!ck em all
i ain’t feel good in a long time n*gga you f*ck up my humble that savage not turnin’ off
.38 special it fire it burn ’em all
i got this white b*tch megan, she suck it off
i got a few more bands, i ain’t take it all
they see a young n*gga up now they tryna call
nrg the cartel
nrg the cartel
nrg the cartel
yeah, yeah

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- styles savage jiddy lyrics

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