CornBreezyy Deniro - Trenches

Where it started
We was Onna mission wit the Fye
We was knee deep up in the trenches
We was really tryna hit them niggas
Now a nigga drippin Neiman Marcus
20 Racks in a Gucci Satchel
Keep a Rod
Gucci Down shooting at them opppas
Baby lemme tell ya whea I started yea
I was in trenches witta robbers yea
We was knee deep up Ina trenches yea
We was really slidin onna Oppas yea
We went to WAR... dey couldn’t stop us
We hitcho block wit no Amor
Just dis SK... dis Macky... my partnas
Dem tiresss be screechin ‘
Dat Charger (Skrttt)
Baby lemme tell whea I started yea
We was on nem missions wit dem choppas yea
We was knee deep up Ina trenches yea
We was really tryna hit the Target yea
Now a nigga drippin Neiman Marcus yea
20 Racks, ina Gucci satchel yea
Ion ride Waves... I keepa Rodddd
Gucci down, shootin at da opppas
Baby lemme tell whea I started yea
We was on nem missions wit dem choppas yea
We was knee deep up Ina trenches yea
We was really tryna hit the Target yea
Now a nigga drippin Neiman Marcus yea
20 Racks, ina Gucci satchel yea
Ion ride Waves... I keepa Rodddd
Gucci down, shootin at da opppas
Bitch I’m onna way to da TOP
Proteckin Plewto at all Cost
These bitches get around like a clock
Late night chillin onna block
Servin niggas out da Flamin Hots
Ridin down 10th we don’t STOP
County hit tha Hood... it was HOT
We was outside Shauny Spot
I’m Ina Hood
Off a Ocean
The block it get loud the commotion
Double dem cups fa da potion
Grippin na stick... Get it smokin
If da pack ina mail it get stolen
All uh my niggas dey totin
Ina City dey treat me like God
I’m really one uh da Chosen
Baby lemme tell whea I started yea
We was on nem missions wit dem choppas yea
We was knee deep up Ina trenches yea
We was really tryna hit the Target yea
Now a nigga drippin Neiman Marcus yea
20 Racks, ina Gucci satchel yea
Ion ride Waves... I keepa Rodddd
Gucci down, shootin at da opppas
I’m tryna figure it out
How you go tell onna guys
We took oath ina Streets
We was gone neva Cop Out
12 Got you up Ina Room
The first you did was TAP Out
Yo problems my problems
And I made a promise
And you took da Mickey Mouse route
These niggas ain solid no no no
Dese niggas be lien... dese niggas be hoes
I’m tryna boss up. I’m tryna get Rolls
I’m from na Trenches... but I got some goals
Moved out da hood... but I still keep da pole
They say it’s Safe but Shid you neva know
Like da sole uh my shoes
I gotta stay on my toes
Baby lemme tell whea I started yea
We was on nem missions wit dem choppas
We was knee deep up Ina trenches yea
We was really tryna hit the Target yea
Now a nigga drippin Neiman Marcus yea
20 Racks, ina Gucci satchel yea
Ion ride Waves... I keepa Rodddd
Gucci down, shootin at da opppas
(Yea)
Shootin’ at them niggas
We was really tryna hit them niggas
Baby girl I’m really from na Trenches
Bitch a nigga really from na Trenches

Written by:
CornBreezyy Deniro

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