Letra de Trench Baby - Rob49

(Feat. G Herbo)

Everything I do already written

Ice hittin', fast metabolism, four just keeps shittin'

Ya feel me?

(Hahahahaha)

(Ayy, 40, what that is?)

The biggest

I'm tryna tell that nigga, man, this ain't the lil' boy shit

She want anniversary, I want anniversary

This the— this the green face ain't the Chocolate

You see what I'm sayin'? Sixty-thousands, stupid ahh

Boy, I was gettin' it on

Me and my killers comin' home

And every time niggas bought that tombstone

Four bought another pendant, nigga (Fuck them niggas, man)

Ayy, Swerve, what the fuck we doing, nigga?

Uh, say it, yeah

I'm in the yam right now, look like I'm fucking Cujo Brown

I done made some hits in [?] and slit some hits, I'm puttin' ya down, pussy (Puttin' ya down)

Huh, the biggest

Yeah, I just— ok

Chill, chill

I be on pills, dog

I been prayin' to god 'cause soon as ho'nem took it for

Big folks gon' and took it for us (Yeah)

Niggas tryna kill some but I come

Huh, only want niggas 'round me who doin' pills, kills, and drills, pussy

Turn me up

Big G Swerve, I ran the hood like Jon Gotti

My lil' bro like, "Send me the bool," but he ain't squeal

We took him a dub, ain't mention no bodies

I was a jit on Rock block stickin' my Glock, not leaping outta the Audi

Show you how to go on a drill

I was thuggin' for real, better lace up your cleats, it's not sweet

How to get close on a kill and not sneak

Name ring tell 'em streets it's not me

Seein' dead niggas in my sleep, gotta sip lean

Still made a mill' in a week, this shit easy

Made it on top, can' stop, they need me

Young niggas callin' shots, I'm feedin'

They couldn't get signed 'cause niggas died

And my rap beef like Wop and Jeezy

I ain't lyin', the devil called my line

I had to stop receivin'

Every scene we hit, we bleed it

Pull off, niggas stop and breath it

I ain't lyin', ask 49 who could say this shit off the top and mean it

It might spare you a blessin' 'cause they listen when I talk to demons

Huh? 'Cause the trench is mine

Them young niggas on go

Whatever I say is a go

No question, 4God, what it is?

Big 4God, yeah

Soon as big bro go catch that hat, I'ma buy a pendant

Bitch, I'm trapper rappin' and still in the projects clutching on that .50

Yeah, really tryna get shit smacked

I ain't tryna make songs 'bout no nigga

And I know a bitch that calls and fuck my phone, I ain't talkin' to them members

Shit, my fine bitch thick, bitch tell me she love me

Shit, I put the racks in a duffy

Huh, I done went over-ice on them niggas

Shit, I'm tryna kill do better

Niggas been dead-broke since last summer

That PPP ain't bussin'

And I do a freak, saying,"fucking bitch" when she fuckin' on V for money

Shit, I don't give a fuck about rap

When you in that war, bitch, I ain't no rapper

I know a nigga who trap-capping

We know the opps ain't gettin' active

Nigga ain't never did nothin'

But he just ugly, it look like he killed somethin'

Soon as we pass that loss, we on the opps ass this whole summer

Fuck a nigga talking 'bout man, the biggest in this shit

Fuck a nigga, man

Try and die, play and lay

Know what I'm sayin', big 4, man

Biggest 4 in this shit

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