Trenches lyrics

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Them trentches, them trentches, them trentches
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[?] bands on designer [?] cook up in the kitchen
Them trentches, hundred thou feel like a milly
I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley
The bricks come on boats, I rapped up [?] they pouring up muddy
Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin
They bustin them slugs, them young n*ggas grippin
They hood rich [?]
They getting the dope, and they water whip spinnin
They talk about the deal, I'm still dealing
I copped pills, stack racks to the ceeling
Versace, Versace, [?]
[?]
[?]3 quarter drop [?]
Here bout no [?] get ya
I started with scraps with them OG's in the trentches
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Stood in the trap with the strap and the henny
Country boy come in, I serve in the kitchen
I water whip, and I'm water whippin
It's Longway!

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Started in them motherf*ckin trentches
I learned how to cook it, water whippin in the trentches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working naborhood houses, turn them b*tches to the trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
[Verse 2: Bricc Baby]
I heard your partner got took off for some bread
We gotta get it how we get it, living in the trentches
I could've bought a Bentley last week, profit out the trentches
Two hundred thousand, man I sware this sh*t feel like a milly
Hit the brick, then I stretch and flip it in the kitchen
Water whippin, then I serve it to my little n*ggas
Young n*ggas toating semmys, they don't give a f*ck
You can ask my goons in the trentches, n*gga they gon eat you up
A n*gga got work, and a n*gga got pus*y
Make a couple million while you grinding in the trentches
n*gga i'm chilling in the trentches, just me and my n*ggas
Imma [?] all my n*ggas
I will ball for all my n*ggas
[?] all my n*ggas
Hundred bags on all my n*ggas
Hundred grand, all my n*ggas
Ten toes down, going hard in the trentches

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Started in them motherf*ckin trentches
I learned how to cook it, water whippin in the trentches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working naborhood houses, turn them b*tches to the trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
It's Dolph!
200 on me, 300 in the safe
That's in my blood, gun on my waist
Keep talking sh*t, 40 in your face
You never been a boss, n*gga stay in your place
I spent like 30 bands for this watch
I got like 30 rounds in this Glock
10,000 dollars for these sneakers I walk
You ain't got a mill, I don't wanna talk
Plug just texted, them thangs on the way
Might buy a new car, might buy a new yacht
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Touchdown, safe
Started sweating bullets, man she came one hour late
Got my [?] told my b*tch f*ck you, go somewhere and masturbate
Got Benjaman Franklens to calculate, whole thangs [?]
Lil f*ck n*ggas runnin round hating on me, cause they don't [?]
b*tch I might buy you [?]
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[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Started in them motherf*ckin trentches
I learned how to cook it, water whippin in the trentches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working naborhood houses, turn them b*tches to the trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches