Real Boston Richey – Trenches (Official Audio) Lyrics
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
(Get in there [?])
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, yeah, uh-uh
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Do yo’ thing, bitch
Boston ain’t even mad at you
Yo’ baby daddy be broke as fuck, that why that nigga be sad actin’
Me and my nigga we bossin’ up, but we can’t laugh at it
Take that nigga to take you out to eat, then throw the tab at him
Break up a tab and I’ma grant your wishes
Can’t let ‘em catch me slippin’, I only talk that brick talk in the trenches
Project baby, you let me stay, I’ll pay the bill and do the dishes
Can’t speak for other niggas, but, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Uh, uh, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Mm, mm, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Niggas be placin’ all them buttons, we already had switches
Go pay your bitch bills, or I will, nigga my bag different
Hold on, hold on, nigga, out bread different
Took the bitch down to Miami, no the bitch got her ass different
Whole ‘nother bitch happy, now she come through straight G-Wag’ whippin’
Tampa have the real players, now she wearin’ her hat different (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jump in a Maybach, straight up pass niggas
Drip you in Boteyga, bitch, I’m nothin’ like yo’ last nigga
I’ll show you a half a ticket, I’m a young nigga, but I’m a trap nigga
Just like that ass— Bitch, we really done clapped niggas
Take a skinny ho, take her to the doctor, and get her ass bigger
Lil’ nigga tryna ride my wave just like a surfer, these niggas some raft rifters
I ain’t trippin’ when I got that switch, nigga, I’ll murk you, it got a fast trigger
I ain’t trippin’ whenever I hurt her, I just wake up, go buy a bag, nigga
Can’t speak for other niggas, but, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Uh, uh, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Mm, mm, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Niggas be placin’ all them buttons, we already had switches
Real trap nigga, don’t like no sad bitches
Tryna get my ick sucked, we already passed kissin’
Could’ve kicked her up out my whip, don’t fuck with lame bitches
When you fuck a rich nigga, the fame came with it
A nigga ain’t want to tint you up, he said it came tinted
Nigga ain’t want to get that bumper fixed, it came dented
You need a rich nigga in your life, we ain’t lame kickin’
Come through super coupe on all these bitches, lane switchin’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
You sliding’ with the biggest B, no Bentley coupe
Bought the bitch her first Boteyga bag, bitch, I invented you
I can’t bring up what I bought a bitch ‘cause I’m too in the loop
‘Cause know she hold it down, and she gon’ pull up, get them rentals coupe
Mm, I’m rubbin’ on yo’ ass, lil’ bitch, I’m feelin’ you
Soon as I get that in [?] my system, you know our business through
Don’t ask me what I’m doin’, bitch, you know what I’m tryna get into
Catch me where I’m hidin’ ready, catch me when I’m in my mood
Can’t speak for other niggas, but, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Uh, uh, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Mm, mm, all the trap niggas, they like bad bitches
Niggas be placin’ all them buttons, we already had switches
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