Krashout Jay T - Trenches, Pt. 2 Lyrics

If you aint got money I ain't talking bout it then buddy tell me why you all in my presence
Bro got a choppa yeah I said a choppa the one that's gonna leave your whole body in simi's
Aint duck a squabble as long as I live so bitch when I die Ima be a lil legend
I'm with the squabble we not the same the ones who can't fight always got the most weapons
If they tell him go then he steppin, get cake with a bitch like A wedding
I'm all in her mouth I'm in heaven
Baby dont nut in my mouth she say why you nut I say bitch I ain't nut I'm just sweating
It ain't no love and affection, bitches be f*cking niggas knowing they got infections
I keep that glock on my waist and the vest on my body, the trojan for extra protection
(Yeah)
They be like damn Jayt you a menace, i'm smoking gas this shit look like spinach
I'm throwing bullets like a f*cking scrimmage
Niggas talking bout that murder murder kill shit, let them just portray the image
Talking bout trappin' and selling them bricks but you dont know shit about flippin'
These niggas bitches (Yeah)(Yeah)
I'm from the trenches (I'm from the trenches, yeah)
He gotta bring it to my f*cking door if i'm getting mentioned (Oooooh)
Kick the door off the henges, laws pull up (Skkrrrr)
Then we jumping fences
In that jam boy you better use your senses because i'm not tryna give my mama no tension
I'm on the bank with a mf bankroll
Play wit my gangstas you gone need a halo
Niggas be rats they be lookin for queso
But claim they killers and slanging them draco's
Say that its beef but go get on his live
Bro it aint beef until a nigga die
Bullet proof vests what you need for your pride
Just like mbs said big pressure applied (Pressure applied)
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