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dusty locane - trenches lyrics

[intro: dusty locane]
(mario!)
look
(pipe that sh_t up, tnt)

[chorus: dusty locane]
from the trenches
where sh_t could get sticky, go chase you a bag
heard n_ggas mad that i made it
my n_ggas stay patient, that’s all that we needed to pass it
reminiscing ’bout goin’ on [?]
they talkin’ on us, lil’ brodie be fiendin’ to blast
drift off, shots through his v and he crash
p_ssed off, keep hollow tips in this mag’
[refrain: 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’ n_ggas passes, yeah
[?] like michael jackson
[?] like it was [?]
put in that work [?]
[?]

[verse 1: ditta]
put in that work like [?]
pop out the cut like [?]
now he on the shirt because hе was [?]
[?]
[?] on the regular
my n_ggas tap, we don’t talk on thе cellular
[?] they gone
whenever they see me, they run
[?]
by the benches
my n_ggas 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’ n_ggas 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 double pack
got that n_gga location, then we took him off the map
then we took him off the map
[chorus: dusty locane]
from the trenches
where sh_t could get sticky, go chase you a bag
heard n_ggas mad that i made it
my n_ggas stay patient, that’s all that we needed to pass it
reminiscing ’bout goin’ on [?]
they talkin’ on us, lil’ brodie be fiendin’ to blast
drift off, shots through his v and he crash
p_ssed off, keep hollow tips in this mag’

[refrain: 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’ n_ggas passes, yeah
[?] like michael jackson
[?] like it was [?]
put in that work [?]
[?]

[verse 2: 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’ b_tches, gon’ f_ck what you meant to
i’m back on some sh_t, 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 n_gga (young n_gga)
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
[chorus: dusty locane]
from the trenches
where sh_t could get sticky, go chase you a bag
heard n_ggas mad that i made it
my n_ggas stay patient, that’s all that we needed to pass it
reminiscing ’bout goin’ on [?]
they talkin’ on us, lil’ brodie be fiendin’ to blast
drift off, shots through his v and he crash
p_ssed off, keep hollow tips in this mag’

- dusty locane lyrics

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