[ Featuring Fredo Bang ]
(Ayo, Fatboi, let me hit this up)
Doodie in the bitch, ayy
(My nigga Brando been sick with it) oh, oh
(Say Brando, what this hitting for?)
You don't even know I seen your text (text)
Why you come and f*ck around with me? You gon' be next (you gon' be next)
I was just on the plane for three days and I ain't get rest (and I ain't get rest)
Ask mama, I was fourteen when I left the nest (when I left the rest)
I just wish the best for them
Militant, I'm movin' like the president (I'm movin' like the president)
A lot of family members never been to my residence (never been to my residence)
I just got some trust issues, shit, I ain't better than (better than)
I be talkin' to the mic', I'm spittin' like a reverend (spittin' like a reverend)
Tell 'em feed me beats, feed me beats, I'ma act a fool (act a fool)
If I see you creep when I sleep, you better not make a move (better not make a move)
When I leave studio, it's in the morning, take my kids to school (take 'em to school)
How you askin' me for money? Ain't nobody make the news (ain't make the news)
All of this shit comin' from the soul, it's feelin' like the blues (feelin' like the blues)
I ain't poppin' Percs, everybody dyin' off the blues (off the blues)
Don't put me on a shirt when I die or I'm huntin' you (huntin' you)
All I want you do is to kill, that ain't nothin' new
Posted in the trenches
He gon' die 'cause he's sturn for these bitches
No lie, shit, I started out the kitchen
Allah, I pray for forgiveness
Posted in the trenches
He gon' die 'cause he's sturn for these bitches
No lie, shit, I started out the kitchen
Allah, I pray for forgiveness
Ayy, hmm, killer turned rapper, tryna get it in the studio (ayy, in the studio)
R.I.P. Von, nigga, it's just me and Doodie Lo (it's just me and Doodie Lo)
Convicted felon, still keep my weapon, gotta keep it low (grrt)
Just tryna make a livin', why these people kickin' in my door? (Yeah, yeah)
All these youngins, he a mad man (he a mad man)
He say he tryna turn a pussy-ass nigga to a hashtag (bah, bah, bah)
We put belt to ass like a granddad (like a grandad)
He jumpin' states, we on his ass soon as he land back (bitch, bitch)
Huh, murder on my mind, I close my eyes, I see nothin' but blood
I stay to myself, these niggas drawin', they tryna tweet the sub
Shoutout to the ones that left me hangin', it wasn't really love
F*ckin' on this bitch, we stamped her brother, I won't tell her nothin'
Posted in the trenches
He gon' die 'cause he's sturn for these bitches
No lie, shit, I started out the kitchen
Allah, I pray for forgiveness
Posted in the trenches
He gon' die 'cause he's sturn for these bitches
No lie, shit, I started out the kitchen
Allah, I pray for forgiveness
