[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]

Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches

Them dope boys weigh bags up on benches

A dope boy trap bags in designer, Givenchy

A dope boy cook up, up in kitchens

Them trenches, a hundred thou feel like a milly

I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley

The bricks come on boats

And they wrapped up in ribbons

The trenches, they pouring up mud in they kidneys

Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin'

They bustin' them slugs, them young niggas rippin'

They hood rich and so all 'nat' 'nats' they rippin'

They getting the dope, and they water whip spin it

They talk about deals, It's that, next to dealing

I pop molly pill and stack racks to the ceiling

Versace, Versace, Burr, Burr, all my women

Them trenches, [?],i'm the lieutenant

Young Duke, and Shitty we rolliin', we 60's

3 quarter backs droppin' the box to yo' city

Don't hear bout no fumbles, them gunna's gon get ya'

I started from scratch with the OG's in the trenches

Trap with no strap, wasn't gettin' no business

I stood in the trap with the strap and the henny

The country boy comin', I serve in the kitchen

I water whip hard, man I water whip, whip it

Longway!

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches

I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches

Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million

Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

In the mufuckin' trenches

[Verse 2: Bricc Baby]

I heard your patna' got took off for some bread

We gotta get it how we get it, living in the trenches

I could've bought a Bentley last week, profit out the trenches

Two hundred thousand, man I swear this shit feel like a milly

I get the work, then I flip it, stretch it in the kitchen

Water whip it, then I serve it to my little niggas

Young niggas totin' semi's, they don't give a fuck

You can ask all my goons in the trenches, nigga they gon eat you up

You see, a nigga got work, and a nigga got pussy

Make a couple million while you grinding in the trenches

You see i'm chilling in the trenches, just me and my niggas

Imma Audemar, Audemar, Audemar all my niggas

I will ball with all my niggas

Go hard with all my niggas

Hunid' bag all my niggas

Hundred grand, all my niggas

Ten toes down, going hard in the trenches

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches

I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches

Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million

Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

In the mufuckin' trenches

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]

It's Dolph!

200 on the dash, 300 in the safe

A+ in my blunt and that .40 on my waist

Shit talking, that get that .40 in your face

You never been a boss, nigga stay in your place

I spent like 30 bands for this watch, swear

I got like 30 rounds in this Glock

A thousand dollars just for these sneakers, just to walk

You ain't workin' with a mill, I don't wanna talk

Plug just text, said, "them thangs on the way"

Might buy a new car, and find new yarks

After this flip im bout' to make

Aye, Touchdown, safe

I started sweating bullets, my shit came one hour late

Got my bomb, told my bitch, "fuck you, go somewhere and masturbate" (Bitch!)

Got Benjamin Franklins to calculate, whole thangs to weigh up

Lil' fuck niggas runnin' round hatin'

Prolly mad cause they don't weigh up

Bitch I might buy you a big stupid ass bag

But hell naw, I can't lay up

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]

I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches

I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches

Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million

Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

Them trenches, them trenches

In the mufuckin' trenches