[Dusty Locane]
(Mario!)
Look
(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
[Dusty Locane]
From the trenches
Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag
Heard niggas mad that I made it
My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it
Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides
They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast
Drift off, shots through his V and he crash
Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag'
[Ditta]
I just caught me a opp, it's another one
I remember when ???
Me and ??? we throwin' on bullets
In field but wasn't givin' niggas passes, yeah
??? like Michael Jackson
??? like it was ???
Put in that work ???
???
[Ditta]
Put in that work like ???
Pop out the cut like we ???
Now he on the shirt because he was ???
???
??? on the regular
My niggas tap, we don't talk on the cellular
??? they gone
Whenever they see me, they run
???
By the benches
My niggas is trappin' and handin' out crack
I'm wit' the 'jects and the Rollers, the Apes, and the Maks
If they spinnin', we spinnin' 'em back
Why these lil' niggas capppin'? We be shootin' out they cabs
We be chillin' wit' the ratches, they be chillin' wit' the rats
If you ever double D me, I'ma have to dole pack
Got that nigga location, then we took hiubm off the map
Then we took him off the map
[Dusty Locane]
From the trenches
Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag
Heard niggas mad that I made it
My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it
Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides
They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast
Drift off, shots through his V and he crash
Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag'
[Ditta]
I just caught me a opp, it's another one
I remember when ???
Me and ??? we throwin' on bullets
In field but wasn't givin' niggas passes, yeah
??? like Michael Jackson
??? like it was ???
Put in that work ???
???
[Dusty Locane]
Blue diamonds in my Carti' (Carti')
And you know the Rollie presidential ('Dential)
We ain't never gon' beef on the 'Gram
Really in the streets and I'm too influential (Influential)
I got rich, I'm still tuckin' the knockings (Knockings)
No supportin', my .40 essential (Grrt)
Outside I can't roll without conscious (No conscious)
You lil' bitches, gon' fuck what you meant to
I'm back on some shit, if he funny, get hit (Get hit)
New opp pack, let's go roll up a spliff
Them boys on me dead, had they chance, it's a miss (They miss)
I don't gotta tell my 'ooter, "Lift" (Don't lift)
And the Floss raised a young nigga (Young nigga)
But Locane gon' ride for the 5th (Feva)
Dead off mud, we ain't pourin' liquor (I ain't pourin' liquor)
Me and Ditta posted wit' the sitch' (Sitch')
Ain't no tellin' stories about catchin' bodies
Know I gotta keep my .40 right beside me
Ain't no tellin' no stories 'bout catchin' no bodies
Know I gotta keep my .40 right beside me
[Dusty Locane]
From the trenches
Where shit could get sticky, go chase you a bag
Heard niggas mad that I made it
My niggas stay patient, that's all that we needed to pass it
Reminiscing 'bout goin' on glides
They talkin' on us, lil' brodie be fiendin' to blast
Drift off, shots through his V and he crash
Pissed off, keep hollow tips in this mag'
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
