No Trenches

No Trenches Lyrics

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in f**kin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang members
[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My b**ch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my b**ch house
Now I take sh*ts in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the sl*t
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the b**ch
And I f**ked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental
[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My b**ch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
f**k whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ f**k ’em
I ain’t f**kin’ with no fool sh*t
He see me now he won’t do sh*t
And I’m ridin’ with my gang
[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My b**ch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts