Trench b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(Banger)

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
I put my life on the line, I'ma break up with you, ho (It's over)
You been disrespectful, hope the crazy house come get you, ho (Crazy)
Pistol by the dresser 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho (Brr)
I don't tongue wrestle when you speakin' on my b*tches, ho (Gang, gang, gang)
I can't put my b*tch before my bro, 'cause my bro, that's my bro (That’s my ho)
But my bro, he gotta know that he can't disrespect my ho (What up, bro?)
She ain't just no any ho, she somethin' like my main ho
Even though, she my side b*tch, I buy her Range Rover (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Blac Youngsta]
Trench b*tch, she don't give a f*ck about a rich b*tch
And I keep my pistol in her purse 'cause I can't risk it
Trench b*tch, she know when I f*ck, I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her n*gga's drugs, knowin' it's his sh*t (Gang, gang, gang)
Trench b*tch (Gang), she be gettin' money, she a trick, trick (Gang)
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get sh*t
Trench b*tch, she can't hold a secret, showin' my di*k pic
My skinny b*tch had took it, so I sent it to my thick b*tch (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
She might stand up to them pus*y n*ggas, but she go down for me (She might)
'Member days I left my work outside, she wouldn't vouch for me (She might)
She might cut her wrist off when she p*ssed off 'fore she cancel me (She might)
I was on MacMillian with my di*k out 'fore I found the beat (I'm like)
Hard body flow, I might send my b*tch to bless the streets (I'm like)
I know my lil' b*tch in the hood, she still wish she was next to me (She might)
Said she loved in me for real, but she ain't end up textin' me (She like)
She got a new boo, the sh*t didn't work, she wish the best for me (I'm like)
I got a new b*tch, I like her for real, she like baguettes to me (She like)
She might slime you out, and she ain't worried 'bout no b*tch textin' me (I'm like)
b*tch, I'm from the South and you ain't got worry 'bout no n*gga testin' me (Uh)
Told my mama, "Whenever I pass, make sure my b*tch next to me"
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Trench b*tch, she don't give a f*ck about a rich b*tch
And I keep my pistol in her purse 'cause I can't risk it
Trench b*tch, she know when I f*ck, I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her n*gga's drugs, knowin' it's his sh*t
Trench b*tch, she be gettin' money, she a trick, trick
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get sh*t
Trench b*tch, she can't hold a secret, showin' my di*k pic
My skinny b*tch had took it, so I sent it to my thick b*tch, yeah

[Outro: Blac Youngsta]
Yeah, she don't give no f*ck about no rich n*gga, yeah
They gon' spend some dollars 'fore they get with her, yeah
They gon' buy some bottles 'fore they sit with her, yeah
I'm gon' pop my collar like a pimp, n*gga, yeah
They gon' get some— for they— what? Yeah
They gon' get some— for they face
I'm gon' pop my collar like a pimp, n*gga, yeah
I'm gon' pop my collar like a—