TRENCHES

[Dusty Locane] (Mario!) Look (Pipe that shit up, TNT) [Dusty Locane] From the trenches Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag Heard niggas mad that I made it My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast Drift off, shots through his V and he crash Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag' [Ditta] I just caught me a opp, it's another one I remember when ??? Me and ??? we throwin' on bullets In field but wasn't givin' niggas passes, yeah ??? like Michael Jackson ??? like it was ??? Put in that work ??? ??? [Ditta] Put in that work like ??? Pop out the cut like we ??? Now he on the shirt because he was ??? ??? ??? on the regular My niggas tap, we don't talk on the cellular ??? they gone Whenever they see me, they run ??? By the benches My niggas is trappin' and handin' out crack I'm wit' the 'jects and the Rollers, the Apes, and the Maks If they spinnin', we spinnin' 'em back Why these lil' niggas capppin'? We be shootin' out they cabs We be chillin' wit' the ratches, they be chillin' wit' the rats If you ever double D me, I'ma have to dole pack Got that nigga location, then we took hiubm off the map Then we took him off the map [Dusty Locane] From the trenches Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag Heard niggas mad that I made it My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast Drift off, shots through his V and he crash Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag' [Ditta] I just caught me a opp, it's another one I remember when ??? Me and ??? we throwin' on bullets In field but wasn't givin' niggas passes, yeah ??? like Michael Jackson ??? like it was ??? Put in that work ??? ??? [Dusty Locane] Blue diamonds in my Carti' (Carti') And you know the Rollie presidential ('Dential) We ain't never gon' beef on the 'Gram Really in the streets and I'm too influential (Influential) I got rich, I'm still tuckin' the knockings (Knockings) No supportin', my .40 essential (Grrt) Outside I can't roll without conscious (No conscious) You lil' bitches, gon' fuck what you meant to I'm back on some shit, if he funny, get hit (Get hit) New opp pack, let's go roll up a spliff Them boys on me dead, had they chance, it's a miss (They miss) I don't gotta tell my 'ooter, "Lift" (Don't lift) And the Floss raised a young nigga (Young nigga) But Locane gon' ride for the 5th (Feva) Dead off mud, we ain't pourin' liquor (I ain't pourin' liquor) Me and Ditta posted wit' the sitch' (Sitch') Ain't no tellin' stories about catchin' bodies Know I gotta keep my .40 right beside me Ain't no tellin' no stories 'bout catchin' no bodies Know I gotta keep my .40 right beside me [Dusty Locane] From the trenches Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag Heard niggas mad that I made it My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast Drift off, shots through his V and he crash Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag' --- TRENCHES - Dusty Locane