Trencherous Songtext
von Lil Zay Osama feat. Lil Durk
Trencherous Songtext
Benadryl, yeah
(Fatman productions)
Nigga we ain′t really squashing no beef, bitch, it's Benadryl
Ayy, ayy
In my hood you can′t pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
Yeah yeah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah, ayy
In my hood, you can′t pop out, ′cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that′s insta' kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can′t take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30's
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon′ hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin′ off them Perkies
A1, face shots taken action
I'm in the streets, no rappin′ beef
He know he ain't after me, gang
6300, we bleed the shit
Run from the 12, don′t leave the blick
Ride thru the opps, we'll see some shit (where he at?)
Bus stop, left him at the bus stop
Slippin′ at that bus stop
Put him to sleep, he up top
Gang, these Glocks came with switch
Every Glock got an extended
Everybody license suspended
We be in traffic on bent
I be in traffic with killers
Yeah, catch him, traffic
He shaking like asses
Blast him, bag him, kill a nigga, I'm just handsome
He say I'm a bitch I′m just the young nigga that he ran from
Bitch I′m plugged in, ain't one hood in the city I can′t come
In my hood, you can't pop out, ′cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that′s insta' kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30′s
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do ′em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin′ off them Perkies
Stopped with the lick, 'cause I grew me a plug
Coulda played ball, but I wanted to be a thug
Rest in peace Pack, nigga showin′ fake love
We up that scope, nigga, hit with a slug
You gotta watch out who you react with, chopper from the MAC spit
You be dead off association, gotta watch out who you snap with
Bitch, we not from 63rd, but we fuck with Zay and 'em
And Pluto stayed off them drugs, had to keep some Ray Bans
I hate opp holes, opp nigga, and I hate friends
Last nigga died in the SRT, that's what I hate vans
Hellcat take your skirt off, in the Airbnb with my shirt off
But niggas on the lane on my radar, T-Man off the pills with the AR
Yeah, yeah, it get trencherous
Them my opps, but you my cousin, just don′t get in this
He ain′t gon' shoot because he frigid, yeah
In my hood, you can′t pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won′t mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that's insta′ kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30's
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil′ bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon′ hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin' off them Perkies
(Fatman productions)
Nigga we ain′t really squashing no beef, bitch, it's Benadryl
Ayy, ayy
In my hood you can′t pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
Yeah yeah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah, ayy
In my hood, you can′t pop out, ′cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that′s insta' kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can′t take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30's
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon′ hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin′ off them Perkies
A1, face shots taken action
I'm in the streets, no rappin′ beef
He know he ain't after me, gang
6300, we bleed the shit
Run from the 12, don′t leave the blick
Ride thru the opps, we'll see some shit (where he at?)
Bus stop, left him at the bus stop
Slippin′ at that bus stop
Put him to sleep, he up top
Gang, these Glocks came with switch
Every Glock got an extended
Everybody license suspended
We be in traffic on bent
I be in traffic with killers
Yeah, catch him, traffic
He shaking like asses
Blast him, bag him, kill a nigga, I'm just handsome
He say I'm a bitch I′m just the young nigga that he ran from
Bitch I′m plugged in, ain't one hood in the city I can′t come
In my hood, you can't pop out, ′cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that′s insta' kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30′s
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do ′em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin′ off them Perkies
Stopped with the lick, 'cause I grew me a plug
Coulda played ball, but I wanted to be a thug
Rest in peace Pack, nigga showin′ fake love
We up that scope, nigga, hit with a slug
You gotta watch out who you react with, chopper from the MAC spit
You be dead off association, gotta watch out who you snap with
Bitch, we not from 63rd, but we fuck with Zay and 'em
And Pluto stayed off them drugs, had to keep some Ray Bans
I hate opp holes, opp nigga, and I hate friends
Last nigga died in the SRT, that's what I hate vans
Hellcat take your skirt off, in the Airbnb with my shirt off
But niggas on the lane on my radar, T-Man off the pills with the AR
Yeah, yeah, it get trencherous
Them my opps, but you my cousin, just don′t get in this
He ain′t gon' shoot because he frigid, yeah
In my hood, you can′t pop out, 'cause it get trencherous
Body bag, no face mask, we won′t mention it
No pass for an opp, I up on you, that's insta′ kill
No pass, I send this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah
Fucked around riding with them .30's
′Cause a fuck nigga like how lil′ bro do 'em dirty
Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon′ hurt em
Yeah, way before rap we be geekin' off them Perkies
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Isaiah G Dukes, Marcus M Spruiell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
