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Young Thug - Trenches Level Up Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
6 AM in Atlanta
I'm trappin' in water, still hustlin' like I ain't got shit, nigga
Slime, Meek Milly (Hustle, Hustle, Get it, get it)
Yeah (Get it)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
No-look pass that package (Yeah)
Slime, my brother, what's brackin'? (Slime)
Fuck that ho, straight savage (Fuck her)
Act like it ain't even happen (No)
Took that bitch to my condo (Damn)
Hoe thought that was my mansion (What?)
All my diamonds be dancing (Bling, bling)
Bad bitch caught on Insta' (Ring, ring)

[Post-Chorus: Meek Mill]
Miss my aunt, fuck cancer (Miss her)
Miss my niggas, they hit 'em (Hit 'em)
I pray to God that we get 'em
Pray all my niggas don't die in the prison
I saw the hustle and I had to get it (I had to get it)
I had to level up (I had to level up)
I bought my first Presi' (I bought my first watch)
Icin' my bezеl up (Icin' my bezel up)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Still do the worst wеather (Still do the worst weather)
They know I ain't lettin' 'em (Know I ain't lettin' 'em)
They thought I was in trouble (Thought I was in it)
I bubble like 7UP (Bubble on niggas)
You should've stayed on this side (Hey)
We gettin' paid on this side (Hey)
Marble the crib everywhere (Crib)
House with the maid on the side (Woah)
Hold up, skrrt (Skrrt)
Bentley with B's on the side (B's)
Twelve with the V's on the side (Vroom)
We sellin' P's on the side (Woo)
We got them bricks on the lowy-lowy
We in the jump with that okey-dokey
Dick ridin', actin' like homie know me
We line 'em and burn 'em, you smokey, smokey (You smell the smoke?)
Yeah, I'm in the trenches, the .30 on me (.30)
Most of these niggas gon' never see me
How I switch up the funds and that's up to you (Skrrt, skrrt)
My dawg got a case and he better beat it (Beat it)
He wanna fight it and we gotta win it
They say that them lawyers be sellin' free (Yeah)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
No-look pass that package (Yeah)
Slime, my brother, what's brackin'? (Slime)
Fuck that ho, straight savage (Fuck her)
Act like it ain't even happen (No)
Took that bitch to my condo (Damn)
Hoe that that was my mansion (What?)
All my diamonds be dancing (Bling, bling)
Bad bitch caught on Insta' (Ring, ring)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bitch, my rocks on glacier (Jeffery)
Bitch, count up my paper (Jeffery)
Mixed Margiela my flavor (Flavor)
Can't fuck 'cause she basic (She Basic)
I keep catchin' these cases (Can't, can't)
Gotta see the judge, he racist (Fuck him)
Told the ho to talk to my lawyer (Talk to 'em)
I can't make no statement (Nah)
Bitch, I'm leanin', I'm pacin' (Leanin')
Red bottom brown, light gravy (Red bottom)
Fuck that ho for free, no Mason (Fuck that ho)
Kill ya in your dreams no chasers (Chasers)
Since we speakin' on chasers (Chasers)
I drink lean, no chasers (Lean, lean)
Heard they said I ain't ballin'
Told that nigga he waitin' (Ha)
Leave my baby waitin', this a fuckin' pay-cation (Wooh)
Twenty titanium Rollies, bitch, I'm Rick Flair flexin' (Wooh)
Mink bear basement, glitter wall placement (Yeah)
Nigga foul, flagrant (Wooh)
Swag gon' shake you out your laces (Wooh)
Playin' with these milli's, speakin' of milli', I just got the new Richard Mille (Milli)
When I'm out in Philly, I'm with the Meek Milly and Chino, we poppin' a wheelie
When I'm out in Cali', I'm on that Rodeo, my nigga, we Beverley Hilly
My wrist is on water, I need me a boat
When I travel, the Activist with me (Hey)
Klu Klux white, cling-cling, ooh
Laughin' to the bank, ching-ching, ooh
Spin around, back to the scene, ooh
You told the cop that you seen, ooh
And you took the stand too, and you got the mask, woo
Them crackers, they sworned you in, and you raised your hand too
Patty cake, dope on flyin' saucers
Shootin' at curly head, fuck the bottle blockers
I got a Latino bitch, she taught me "Cha-Cha"
Her momma got them eagles like Griselda Blanco
If you ain't got no money, she can't wait to block you
And if you play with money, she can't wait to fuck you
And I heard she got her gold off the Patagonia (Patagonia)
She quick to wipe your nose like a fuckin' son, yeah
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
No-look pass that package (Yeah)
Slime, my brother, what's brackin'? (Slime)
Fuck that ho, straight savage (Fuck her)
Act like it ain't even happen (No)
Took that bitch to my condo (Damn)
Hoe thought that was my mansion (What?)
All my diamonds be dancing (Bling, bling)
Bad bitch caught on Insta' (Ring, ring)

[Post-Chorus: Meek Mill]
Miss my aunt, fuck cancer (Miss her)
Miss my niggas, they hit 'em (Hit 'em)
I pray to God that we get 'em
Pray all my niggas don't die in the prison
I saw the hustle and I had to get it (I had to get it)
I had to level up (I had to level up)
I bought my first Presi' (I bought my first watch)
Icin' my bezel up (Icin' my bezel up)