Trenches Talk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
(Phone call sound, collect call from Cook County Jail)
To accept charges, press one—man, f*ck all that
Ayy, bro, you good? (Boominati)
Yeah, n*gga, you know I'm solid, holdin' sh*t down (DY, you crazy for this one)
I know them opps still talkin', ain't slidin' though

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Came straight up out them trenches, n*gga, ain't no turnin' back
Lost my dawg, I upped that switch, ain't tryna talk, ain't hearin' that
n*ggas dyin' left and right, this street sh*t come with all of that
Never trust a b*tch, that hoe gon' f*ck whoever got a sack
Yeah, we lurkin’, we don’t squash sh*t, f*ck a opp, we drop sh*t
Choppa got a fully, make a n*gga do a backflip
Ridin’ with my demons, in this Hellcat, we on fast sh*t
Came up out the mud, I’m tryna stack it to a mountain, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil’ Reckless]
f*ck the law, f*ck the DA, tell 'em free my n*ggas out
b*tch, I’m from the South, where they kill you just for clout
Yeah, my n*ggas dangerous, 30s out, thеy love to spin
Ain’t no talkin’, ain't no cappin’, b*tch, we standin’ on revеnge
Mama told me chill, but I can’t go, I keep a pole
n*ggas say they steppin’, but they hidin', they some hoes
We ain't showin' love, ain't no passes, we want smoke
He got caught without that blick, now he a picture on a post
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Came straight up out them trenches, n*gga, ain't no turnin' back
Lost my dawg, I upped that switch, ain't tryna talk, ain't hearin' that
n*ggas dyin' left and right, this street sh*t come with all of that
Never trust a b*tch, that hoe gon' f*ck whoever got a sack
Yeah, we lurkin’, we don’t squash sh*t, f*ck a opp, we drop sh*t
Choppa got a fully, make a n*gga do a backflip
Ridin’ with my demons, in this Hellcat, we on fast sh*t
Came up out the mud, I’m tryna stack it to a mountain, ayy

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How the f*ck you say you slide, but you ain't shot nobody yet?
We ain't squashin' sh*t, we catch 'em lackin', that's another check
OTF the gang, we with the smoke, we leave a n*gga wet
And I still be in the trenches, where them switches get respect
Boy, don't play with us, n*gga know that we them demons
All that woofin’ on the net, but when we spin, them n*ggas freezin’
Hundred rounds up in this b*tch, don’t need no vest, we come to clean it
Caught his ass outside the club, now he a body, n*ggsas grievin’

[Verse 3: Lil’ Reckless]
Choppa spittin' fast, sound like Durk when he on auto
f*ck the rap beef, we pull up, sendin' hollows
Ain’t no gettin’ back, n*ggas died, now they motto
Face shot, body drop, we don't aim for no hollow
Yeah, this sh*t get wicked, send my shooter, he on go
Put that pressure on his ass, now his mama beggin’ "No"
We don't f*ck with rats, we get 'em whacked, that's how it go
He got caught inside that car, he ain't make it to the door
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Came straight up out them trenches, na, ain't no turnin' back
Lost my dawg, I upped that switch, ain't tryna talk, ain't hearin' that
Nas dyin' left and right, this street sh*t come with all of that
Never trust a b*tch, that hoe gon' f*ck whoever got a sack
Yeah, we lurkin’, we don’t squash sh*t, f*ck a opp, we drop sh*t
Choppa got a fully, make a n*gga do a backflip
Ridin’ with my demons, in this Hellcat, we on fast sh*t
Came up out the mud, I’m tryna stack it to a mountain, ayy

(Outro fades with gunshots and engine revving sound)