Trench Bounce

[Intro]
Kur what's the deal?
(YMP CASH)

[Leaf Ward Part]
[Verse]
I had to trap in my nike sweats with the lil quarter in my deep pocket
I was up bout to go to work with my 8 but he copped out so i de-cocked it
I was out there posted on the duece from down there where the brothers sold fake profit
We was selling them dimes,but we taking nines,sometimes we even took eight dollars
You could swim in that water you drown in it,niggas be snakes so i watch my surroundings
I don’t do parties unless i get the pound in,and i do numbers like i’m an accountant
Jah’ died and it fucked with my head,when the bad bitch come through and fuck with my bread
My judge good and ion hear nothin he sayin,bro was killing he don’t work round’ nothin’ he did
When it’s on we ain’t showin no mercy, we wet a opp in his face like he thirsty
I’m on that graveyard shift like they cursed me, i gave my youngin’ the pack cause he sturdy
Run with them demons we run through we takin’, put on my mask and get back to the basics
My shorty killin’ he fresh outta’ placement, i’m from where they found the bodies in the basement
We was trappin’ the work you was tappin’ the work tryna make extra fore’ you get high, I was settin a pick, I was runnin’ that global, the only way that i’ma get by
You ain’t showin’ no love you just dick ride,niggas killa’s they never let shit slide
Everytime i get locked up, i bail out, you was out there promoting the fish fry
When I die bury me in the dickie
I wasn’t innocent i just dropped 50
I got lil bitch badder than Nikki
She just wanna fuck and roll the sticky
When them guns come out you gon’ win,call boy in that field i’m too real oh win
Shoot a opp in his top leave his shell showin’
Ion’ trust these niggas ian’ got no friends
Told my youngin’ these streets ain’t good
Still a killer but i know he misunderstood
Gave my burner to my lil bitch from the hood
I’m a demon for real ain’t no bitch in my blood
When i’m posted i just put my gun on the wood
I be tossed to the side while I’m done with the pills
You a spoiler you don’t know how none of us feel
When i get outta’ jail i’ma run up a mill
Call me Jeff with this ladder
Semi-shorty gone fuck up ya bladder
On the low lotta’ niggas be catter
.22 or lil uzi it don’t matter
I was stuck on the block with them killas’,them rapers them dealers you know these niggas don’t play round’
I was stuck in the cell for the night
I can’t even go out cause they havin’ a shakedown
Niggas feeding you lies and you listen, now you can go on this ride if you bitchin’
I took my bruva Jay out on a mission,now he always want slide if he skissin
I did the race like Tay-K
Put a capital C in my AK
I told him give me a trae-way
I go to work with that whistle like Dae Dae

[Kur Part]