[Lyric] From Tha Trenches (LCA Crow)

(LCA Crow)
How you from the trenches if you ain't gonna do shit (do shit)

On my side you know I keep a tool with it (a tool with it)

.223 run-up, blast off imma fool wit it (fool wit it, fool wit it)

How you from the trenches if you ain't gonna do shit (do shit)

On my side you know I keep a tool with it (a tool with it)

.223 run-up, blast off imma fool wit it (fool wit it, fool wit it)

(ZHIHeaVen)
Ay, Ay, Ay Gang

I'm in a bit playing Dracos, and yo bitch getting kilos yeah and yo bitch playing Rainbow and your boyfriend's a lame ho

Kilos, bad bitch I get pesos, and yo bitch she's a lame ho

Ay, yeah he playboy, imma keep the man coy, and he playin' so doy
And bitch Imma shoot him in the eyes I'm a dead shot, I'm catching fire, I'm catching five, five guys, five eyes, robber crest side, robbin' crest side oh yeah, he's mine he died

Yeah, imma drink with it smoke with it imma motherfucker I might grow with it yeah


Yeah and yo bitch going to suck with it

Yeah, she gon suck she gon ride in it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang

And yo bitch play my Draco

Ay, ayo bitch cookin them kilos

I'm in that kitchen with the fuckin pesos

All you bitches scared, scared of crow

I'm in the fuckin yard, you gon tell me?

I'm in the fuckin I don't show no sympathy, sympathy

I might kill you but you might go to no fucking therapy

Bang, bang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, gang, gang, yeah ay yeah, this on the trail with fucking crow
This is what a bag I do, this is what the motherfuckers do

Were gone no groom, groom, groom

In a fucking Ferrari room, room, room

(LCA Crow)
How you from the trenches if you ain't gonna do shit (do shit)

On my side you know I keep a tool with it (a tool with it)

.223 run-up, blast off imma fool wit it (fool wit it, fool wit it)

(Ba, Ba, Ba, Baa)