Trenches lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Tyla Yaweh]
Ooh, oh (Wow, n*gga)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah), doo ass n*gga (Yeah, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Step your game up, newbie (Newbie), got a bad b*tch, she in Ksubi (Ksubi)
Smoke a pus*y n*gga down, like a doobie (Like a doobie), talk down, b*tch, shoot me (b*tch, shoot me)
Kill me, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (Trenches, n*gga, haha)
Kill me, you ain’t from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from the trenches, n*gga)
Shoot me (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you ain't from the trenches, n*gga
Kill me, bah, you ain’t from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from thе trenches)
Yeah, you ain't rеally grittin' n*gga, you ain't really from the f*ckin' trenches, eatin' chitlin, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, fried chicken (Fried), n*gga, Kool-Aid, it's the new ways (The new ways)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I’m too paid, uh, play a b*tch like 2K (2K), yeah
b*tch, I’m Palupé (Palupé), uh
I'm the plug, I got the drugs, I got the love
Yeah, coming from the mud
Yeah, tell me move, I won’t budge
Yeah, came up off them crumbs
Yeah, uh, heart burn, I need some Tums
She gon' want this di*k 'till she numb
Wanna f*ck this di*k 'till she c*m
Oh my god, oh my god, come, uh, here
Diamonds shining on me like a chandelier
She just wanna f*ck me like I’m Ric Flair (Ric Flair)
Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Step your game up, newbie (Newbie), got a bad b*tch, she in Ksubi (Ksubi)
Smoke a pus*y n*gga down, like a doobie (Like a doobie), talk down, b*tch, shoot me (b*tch, shoot me)
Kill me, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (Trenches, n*gga, haha)
Kill me, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from the trenches, n*gga)
Shoot me (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you ain't from the trenches, n*gga
Kill me, bah, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from the trenches)
Yeah, you ain't really grittin' n*gga, you ain't really from the f*ckin' trenches, eatin' chitlin, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, fried chicken n*gga, Kool-Aid, it's the new ways

[Verse 2: Tyla Yaweh]
It's a new day, it's a new wave
Diamonds in my mouth, I stay fresh like Colgate
I'm a walkin' lick, I popped that n*gga, caught a case
I just caught a warrant and I'm ridin' from the jakes
I'm a country boy, wait, I'm a Florida boy
Spent a lot of cash today, mix the Ksubi with Chanel today
Off that Jimmy Hendrix, Purple Haze, got the cotton, feelin' like a slave
Collect the [?], yes that's [?], yeah, I'm shootin' sh*t like Kobe
I whip that b*tch like Kobe, I keep like ten racks on me
You actin' like you know me, 'cause I keep ten racks on me

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Step your game up, newbie (Newbie), got a bad b*tch, she in Ksubi (Ksubi)
Smoke a pus*y n*gga down, like a doobie (Like a doobie), talk down, b*tch, shoot me (b*tch, shoot me)
Kill me, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (Trenches, n*gga, haha)
Kill me, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from the trenches, n*gga)
Shoot me (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you ain't from the trenches, n*gga
Kill me, bah, you ain't from the trenches, n*gga (You ain't from the trenches)
Yeah, you ain't really grittin' n*gga, you ain't really from the f*ckin' trenches, eatin' chitlin, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, fried chicken (Fried), n*gga, Kool-Aid