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Rob49 - Trenches Flexin Lyrics

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[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Ayy

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Ten summers in, me and gang still flexin' (Flexin')
Pull up in a Benz, ten chains, no necklaces
Run into the check, yeah, we tryna get rich
Give lil' bro that grip, he bought a KRISS Vec', with a switch (Grrr)
That ain't hardly shit, we ridin' 'Raris, switchin' out the whips
Them lil' diamond bracelets and them Carti's, gettin' that for them bitches
My lil' bloodnem be back to back in Demons, tryna get busy
Rockin' bling, we got a hundred shots, and [?] spinnin' the fifty
Ask broski, he went clean, but he was scheming when he was wit' me
Ran up sack, movеd out the Raq, we was catchin' hats all through the city (Whеre they at)
California, and back in that back, ratchet in my skinnys
Counting double digits, I been making millions all my twenties ([?])

[Verse 2: Drench & Lil Durk]
Want it, niggas get it, ain't do no bappin', get yo' ass drenched
Glock got a switch, it ain't no lackin' (Brrr), ten milli' got no kick
Bag on his top, there's 'bout three hunnid of 'em, send a threat, go get 'em
Run up on wit' everybody, might swap the Glock and keep the stick
Then go pour an eight in that bitch (Drank), he know my pain, he sippin' on red
Member them nights on eight, made in the clique, and that bitch ain't jam (Click, clank)
All these Tracks in the 'Raq, off the pad, just to get out that jam
My sister say I'm hot (Haa, haa), got the birds in here, that dress [?]
Might hit a car broad day, man down, blood on his back, he dead
[?] say copy that, that chopper hit 'em where his body at (Go)
Want smoke, then we slide (Smurk), Draco drum up in this ride
Shoot up his block, don't come outside
Like a top, spin one more time (Spin, spin, spin, spin) (Man, what)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I done sent a half a ticket to the trenches, go ask Boonie (Go)
Probably a killer in yo' hood (Go), but in my hood his ass a goofy (Let's get it)
I can't believe these niggas, really believe me, treat me like a goofy (Bitch ass)
Shot his ass, he got back up, he played dead, his ass Tookie (Go)
Niggas died, I let y'all still claim it, this how y'all gon' do me? (This how y'all gon' do me)
Fucked a lot of niggas hoes, I'm still gon' act like I ain't do it (Like Pluto)
When you fall out with your dawg, gon' tell them blocks that y'all into it
I can't even take you serious (Yeah), I'm a judge you off your jewelry (Yeah, yeah)
Some my brothers, them my brothers we ain't gon never break a bond (Bond)
I done fucked up sippin' bronem cup of Wock' on Ramadan (Ramadan)
They don't see you, but they'll see yo ass today for [?] ([?])
Got two hundred on his ass, but I'm the type to double mine (Go)

[Bridge: Rob49]
I been tryna tell them niggas man, you know
They talkin' about putting ten on bro head, we puttin' fifty
Puttin' hundon, [?], nigga (No cap)
Swear to god (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Rob49]
Yeah (Yeah), still in traffic wit' it (Traffic wit' it)
Lot of shit left was unseen, we still gon' whack them niggas (Gon' whack them niggas)
Drivin' crazy in a Hellcat, tryna crash them bitches, nigga (Tryna crash)
Tryna get 'em to sell weed, but he want crack to hit (Yeah)
Fuck, I'm talkin' 'bout vacuum sealed (Fuck you talkin' 'bout vacuum sealed)
Niggas ain't my woadie, I keep it on me, (Hmm, keep it on me)
Soon as I pop back out, you niggas hoes hit (Hmm, niggas hoes hit)
Soon as I pull them racks out (Yeah), make a nigga hoe wet ([?])
We fly hoes on spirits, don't do no jets (Don't do no jets)
Phew, yeah
Way before this label shit man, bro had [?] (Yeah)
He just turned sixteen, he still be tryna put some up (Some up)
I can't tell him, "Chill," I feel like he done did too much (Hmm, he done did too much)
Oh, they want you dead? I told 'em, "Get them niggas first" (Yeah)
Murder after murder (Murder)
Pill after pill, lil' nigga (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
Somebody bring the hearse out (Hearse out, shit)
Alright, if he think he gon' take some from us (Thinkin' he gon' take some)
Yeah, Ma' put your trust in me I still be selling weed (Yeah)
I still a [?], 'cause they left bro bro on the street
I turned up my whole life, now I'm now who niggas wanna be (Yeah)
His smoke, my smoke, no cap, I treat my brothers like they me (Hmm)
Niggas ain't eva gon' take nothin' from me (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
I done got my rank up on 'em, oh
Niggas ain't eva gon' take nothin' from me (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
I done got my rank up on 'em, oh
[Outro: Drench]
Want it, niggas get it, ain't do no bappin'
Get yo' ass drenched