trenches - Intellectual

[Intro]

Black Glove Mafia, nigga, we don't fuck with you

Coming out the trenches, pushing weight like benches

We gon' leave some messes, I'm fucking on my exes

Got it out the mud, bitch, I got it on my own

My shit on DND, bitch, don't hit my phone, smoking dro, push up

Pistol whip you, pussy, better watch your fucking tongue

I got big racks, smoking thrax packs, pistol got some kick back

You can't get your lick back, leave your brains oozing on the concrete

Forty on me, lurking on your street

I'm with Gnarly in the bando, trapping sheets, I'ma pull up back and leave

Heart cold, deep cold, you gon' fold, snatching souls

Crushing souls, make noise, break his jaw, now he eating through a straw

Fuck twelve, fuck the law, kill thе witness, never saw

Try mе, end up dead, bullets in his head

Brain full of lead, do you shady for the bread, bitch

Ayy, know I'm serious in this shit, know I'm serious in the VIP

I don't give no fucking shits, fuck with the gang, you gon' get ripped

Fuck with the gang, you gon' get slapped in your motherfucking shit

Boy, that pistol fucking clap to your motherfucking lip, and

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I had to double my cup, I had to double my wrist

I got this ice on my bitch, I got this ice on my dick

You know what it is, bitch, entering gang, you know how it go

Fuck nigga, get blast with that pole, sniper rifle, get hit what that scope

Catching bodies like there's hoes in my home

She know how it go, posted with a chrome, get bust through your nose

Slitwrist so fucking lethal, I got gas and you know it's diesel

Make her suck on my pee hole, kill a nigga, medieval

You know Slitwrist so evil, but I had to evolve, I'm up in a speed car

But you crazy, you bizarre, in the trench like a hood goth