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Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas I be smokin', crush my lungs in a fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
Shit could get real dark, so we got beams for the light
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas I be smokin', crush my lungs in a fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
Shit could get real dark, so we got beams for our light
This lil' gymnast wanna f*ck me in a handstand
And she want it on Sunday right after church with her grandparents
Eastern Panhandle but them pans full of them band bands
Harlem nigga get lite with my Glock and hit my dance dance
They be tryna foil, my each and every plan plan
But I keep plan b's like a freak bitch in a jam jam
Bro got the 40 tucked in 40 size pants
Since a baby, been hittin' shit, big stick, Bam Bam
Like, do this nigga think he God, cause he could meet him for real
Like, do this nigga think it's COD when he get popped, he won't heal
Oh, he sippin' lil' wok, cause he got him a deal
Yeah, he know that he get robbed if he slide on this hill
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas, I be smokin', crush my lungs in the fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
She could get real dark, so we got beams for our light
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas, I be smokin', crush my lungs in the fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
Shit could get real dark, so we got beams for our light
Bitch, I'm Hank Big Bank
And that dank
Smell like Skank
Cooch beat down by Mr. Gervonta Tank
Phineas and Ferb like, what the f*ck are we gon' do today
Get some green, get some bread, cheese, charcuterie
Come in between, yes, you get to translate what the scuba say
Get white girls for the white girls, and they move it in the coolest way
Spanish joint callate, I guess I'm in a mood today
That shit like an ocean, might have to go on a cruise away
Eat her up, roll one up, blunt gon' have a coochie taste
Come home, get them blues, Mr. Franklin with the bruisey face
Used to be pop like you, but I went from poop to pay
And on my mama, they can only stop me if they use a grave
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas, I be smokin', crush my lungs in the fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
Shit could get real dark, so we got beams for our light
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas, I be smokin', crush my lungs in the fight
Can't hang with goofies all day, that's why I work in the night
Shit could get real dark, so we got beams for our light