Trench Vibes Video (MV)

I got my wrist on lock
Me and bro yea we trap out da lot
N We duckin gotta watch for a cop
Cause you know how it get on da block
Where they plotting yea I see a opp
N they dissin so niggas gon drop
N niggas had went over top
In the trenches so niggas don't stop
I got it all on lock remember them days when niggas was pot
Now me and bro ballin we can not be stop
Im slidin or crushin if I see a opp
I'm sprayin I'm shootin my point
I ain't losin
That nigga he dissin f*ck boy is you stupid
You coming at me don't make me go lose it the 3
Shit I'm banging a nigga ain't losing
I'm coming up in the shit but I'm still plotting
On boul he a lic that shit in my pants a gun it's a stick
Shoot at that nigga not running from shit
Gas out posted on my block gotta watch for the Cops
You think you strolling and you get popped
It's 3 in this bitch you know how I rock
Bumming on nigga that's how I be stunting
Did it for bro I came up from nothing she slopping my Dick that shit be disgusting
I'm leaving her after She know we ain't nun asking my Brodie
Yo who Really run it 3 in the skin you know how I'm coming
I'm beating this sound the song is bumping
Sound like a drum I got niggas running
I got my wrist on lock
Me and bro yea we trap out da lot
We duckin gotta watch for a cop
Cause you know how it get on da block
Where they plotting I'm seeing the opp and they dissing
So niggas gon drop nigga had went over top
In the trenches so niggas don't stop
Lil nigga I'm loaded I'm chopping I'm dicing
Want it you got it you copping I'm pricing
I got a strap and it came wit no license
If he run up knockout like im Tyson
Niggas be barking not doing no biting
But Pussy keep talking this glizzy be fighting
I brought my gang this should be exciting
I Tired of trappin but feens keep callin
She want da dick she kno dat I'm ballin
But She hittin me up like daddy I want it
She showing her tits while flexing her drip
Don't got da drip n I still take ya bitch
She see da tats I know she on dick
But I do not cuff her my life is too lit
Roll up a L not passing this bitch
I'm Smoking the pain I got from the trench
Rockin N vibin call bro n he slidin
If we get lit it might be a riot
I'm chasin this cash my gang need a bag
Give it up fast boy don't make me mad
I gotta choppa it came wit a mag
N I need a deal that come wit a bag
N I took ya bitch I see that you mad
Get off ya ass n go get a bag
Cryin n pouting it ain't gon do nuffin
Chasin this bag it ain't no discussion
Nigga is pussy stop doin dat bluffin
My niggas is strapping hit chu in ya muffin
Niggas stop talking you Betta start runnin
I call my demon i know that they hunting
We hunt you down cook you wit dis oven
3Way da name you know how we Comin