OD In Dem Trenches lyrics

[Intro: AK Bandamont]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Woo, yeah
(Elijah)
AK Bandamont, n*gga, yeah
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Huh, just popped a pill, I'm finna OD with this pistol
My n*ggas reckless, they be OD in them trenches
Now they call me Pat Mahones, I'm quarterbackin' all them chickens
9 a.m., come get an egg muffin with a biscuit
Lil' buddy should've ducked, they seen his head, bust it, he was slippin'
Lil' girly set him up, should put your bread up, we come and get it
The bullets hit his head, don't run, he was trippin'
My granny kicked me out 'cause I cooked drugs inside her kitchen
I f*cked girly where I cook, she fell in love inside her kitchen
I ain't barely go to school, 'cause I was runnin' with them gremlins
They only leave the crib with guns and masks on, them n*ggas villains
Don't even pick my phone up, right now, I'm sprintin' to the millions
Huh, just got a call, I was loaded
It was bro, he caught another case, they got him stuck in holding
I done smoked a pound, my lungs hurt, this sh*t potent
I'm off a pint of blood, I'm tryna drive this b*tch focused

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm tryna hit raw, f*ck a Magnum and a Trojan
I got eleven for the low, this DeMar DeRozan
Every time somebody die, they blame us, I don't know how they know it
I sold a lil' n*gga a switch, he ain't even know how to blow it
Went and got a Scat Pack, wide body, this b*tch fast, efficient
I'm OT with the baddest b*tches, I'm in Lansing pimpin'
You don't wanna make me your boyfriend, I'm the trashest n*gga
Made my b*tch finesse a n*gga whole pocket, picked the saddest n*gga
We gettin' that chicken in, b*tch, like this Popeyes
Everything I speak be spicy, bag of hot fries
Every time a n*gga next to me, he get outshined
My b*tch think I'm fibbin' about f*ckin', I am not lyin'
Make a b*tch family happy, hah, what's y'all Croc sizes?
Opp done died at dinner, he was out dining
That b*tch goin', "Eeh, eeh," I got the 'Cat cryin'
Slide down the street, you would think that was a baby was cryin'
[Verse 3: AK Bandamont]
The trep be out the way, but always trappin', 'cause daily, I'm grindin'
I just broke a b*tch heart, she always sad, on the daily, I'm lyin'
Bro just did a drill, it's gon' take the whole Navy to find him
It might seem like I don't care, but just think, 'cause maybe I'm tryin'
We had him rollin' on them skates, he on thin ice
I just run up fifty blues, I just went to sell a zip white
I made a b*tch fall in love, she say I hit it right
You can probably cut it with it, too, if you hit it right

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
One subject, two books, that's the college rule
I teach all my hoes what and what not to do
One of my hoes is super dumb, I taught that b*tch how to tie her shoe
He was in a two-seater, I got to shootin', I done charged his coupe
And he wasn't doin' no donuts
I don't like to share none of my b*tches, I keep my hoes tucked
I ain't had sh*t to rap about, I kept my fours tucked
Don't nobody want your b*tches like the high Dunks