Trenches

[Intro]
(I think Major Nine did this beat)
Wavy Navy shit, nigga, you already know what time it is, nigga
Get your bread up, nigga
You understand me?
Ayy

[Chorus]
Where I'm from, all them niggas gon' get to that money
Best believe that we stuck in the trenches
Best believe we was robbin' and killin'
Best believe we was hoppin' them fences
Hot boy, best believe I'm a stunner
Early mornin', I'm flee in my runners
I don't fold, I'ma keep it a hundred
You was leadin' the race, but I won it
I don't get fly, bitch, I get wavy
Come correct if you fuck with the Navy
Gotta stand on 308, ayy
Can't be walkin' 'round with no 380s
I cannot let you handle my dreams
My G-Lock got a dick and a beam
Rapid fire, you won't see a thing
I touch down to raise hell for the gang

[Verse]
I don't want all the fame and the clout
Nigga play, he get hit in his mouth
In my city, I witnessed a drought
Ain't no meat, ain't no bread in the house
But the police still kicked down his door
With shells and guns as they come in the house
Have your people to come out the rooms
While the dogs come play on the couch
Wavy Navy, you know what we 'bout
Run it up, get your mama a house
Do everything that you can for your spouse
But you gotta get up off the couch
Give my black box to one of my dogs
No more swiping and runnin' in malls
I get money no matter the cost
Run it up, can't be worried 'bout y'all's
Wavy Navy, you know we the squad
Nigga play, he get hit with that rod
Keep it on me, it ain't no facade
Crack his face while I'm sellin' that hard
Broksi told me to stay in the stu'
Like, "Don't worry, I'm takin' the charge"
When they pulled off with bro in the Dodge
Told myself, "Bitch, I gotta go hard"
You on IG requestin' this smoke
'Til this AR put one in your throat
Pistol poppin', you think it's a joke
'Til it's white sheets and yellow ropes
You on IG requestin' this smoke
'Til this AR put one in your throat
Pistol poppin', you think it's a joke
'Til it's white sheets and yellow ropes

[Chorus]
Where I'm from, all them niggas gon' get to that money
Best believe that we stuck in the trenches
Best believe we was robbin' and killin'
Best believe we was hoppin' them fences
Hot boy, best believe I'm a stunner
Early mornin', I'm flee in my runners
I don't fold, I'ma keep it a hundred
You was leadin' the race, but I won it
I don't get fly, bitch, I get wavy
Come correct if you fuck with the Navy
Gotta stand on 308, ayy
Can't be walkin' 'round with no 380s
I cannot let you handle my dreams
My G-Lock got a dick and a beam
Rapid fire, you won't see a thing
I touch down to raise hell for the gang

[Outro]
Rapid fire, you won't see a thing
I touch down to raise hell for the gang
I touch down to raise hell for the gang