Trench Babies (feat. Fastlife Dre)

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FBE JT

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I f*ck these bitches, ain't no strings attached
Every time I leave the crib, I'm bringing bitches back
Every time bro pop outside the crib, he tryna catch a hat
It got it's highs and lows, but the trenches is where it's at
Over bitches niggas get whacked
Think about money I make it stack
If I want it then I get it, I spend it and get it back
My niggas spin for real, they don't just be posting on the snap
Bro keep one up in the head, so he ain't gotta rack it back
These hoes goin' for the team, goin' for you and me
Pose to be my brother, how the f*ck you switch on me?
Brody sipping lean to sleep, he got problems, he only 18
Bronem hoppin' out the car, four deep, look like the A-team
Shit, I'm a real nigga, why the f*ck these niggas hate me?
I go and get it by myself, you ain't gotta save me
Man, I want some more and more money, shit drive me crazy
And twin locked up man free JT
I f*ck these bitches, ain't no strings attached
Every time I leave the crib, I'm bringing bitches back
Every time bro pop outside the crib, he tryna catch a hat
It got it's highs and lows, but the trenches is where it's at
I can't see me going back but got love for em no cap
If I make a mill today, put the trenches still on my back
Lil bro tryna catch a hat I stay out the way, and run up my sack, uh
I ain't see em all changing and I ain't know, uh
You won't never see me saving none of these hoes
It's the trenches I go party all night long and get that dough and f*ck these bitches, uh
We was in that striker all night long, ridin with switches, uh
Used to pray at night, I'd make it home, can't let them get me, uh
I seen this shit start changing
I grew up fast, seen niggas dying, but I couldn't let it phase me
Was feelin' pain, but through all that time, that's the shit that made me
And that money ain't never changed me, still that ghetto baby
Been gone off lean, been tryna stop, but I still pour it up
And I don't f*ck with none of these niggas, for bro, still throw it up
If you ain't blood or one of my brothers, you ain't one of us
Ran up that money, now all the bad hoes wanna run with us
I f*ck these bitches, ain't no strings attached
Every time I leave the crib, I'm bringing bitches back
Every time bro pop outside the crib, he tryna catch a hat
It got it's highs and lows, but the trenches is where it's at

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