Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sangue
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Okay, I'm just tryna roll up
I told that bitch pick her phone up
Si faccio ste lob, Tony Romo
Been through so much shit, bet you don't know-oh
Baby I can't miss, on God
Tipa mi scrive "Trench what's up?"
Ex dice "Miss you", but I can't miss baby, hell nah
Damn, baby è il Trench code, if it's too cold metto trench coat
Non pioverà più, non so' più broke
Can't stop scoring baby, let's go
Okay va fuori baby, è il mio show
Non voglio handouts baby, hell no
And I can already see you biting
Tha-That's why I keep sticks on go
Okay DOA, Trench slidin'
Triplo-Triplo six bitch, Biden
Ogni-Ogni giorno money countin'
Damn, troppi haters dickridin' (Yeah)
Yeah, Ima just break the bank like Uzi
Fuck that bitch, that was so stupid
Okay, fuck a condo, shit is so roothless
Yeah, I keep a red dot on my toolie
Ion love these dumb bitches, no no
Fuck them once, then I pass 'em to my bro
Keep a stick cause that bitch tryna give out my lo'
I got drip in my walk from my head to my toe
And you stupid if you think you taking my hoe
My lil nigga walk round' with a choppa lets go
And the money come to me wherever I go
Trench season no backing out we run the world
Yeah, I promised my niggas we'd run it up too
I don't fuck with math but my money obtuse
Four bitches on me thats two times two
Hit a lick, do a dash in the mother fuckin' coupe
Bitch told me come pick her up, nigga come scoop
Red dot on his head like a mother fuckin' fruit
Bitch bad but she fed, Ian fuckin' with you
She give good head nigga, that is the truth
15, when I jumped off the mother fuckin' roof
16, when I called out the mother fuckin' troops
17, now Im chillin' with my mother fuckin' crew
Anything that you say you could do, I could do