Trenches Famous

Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up

Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much

Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous

I'm trenches famous

Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters

So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure

These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah

I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous

I back the 'Rari out in traffic like a Honda and shit

And in my city, you can't name a ho that's not on my dick

They sending cases to my section, every bottle is lit

Different sweatsuit every airport like I model for Kith

Lot of bozos on the 'Gram love to gossip and shit

My youngin stand over your body, hit your top with a switch

Sped life, cosa nostra, we the mafia clique

My bitch toxic, but she thicker than a pot of some grits, yeah

Drop Rolls-Royce in the summer, I feel the breeze out

Heard you dissin' on the dead, but never seen nobody bleed out

I just got my bitch body done, she walkin' with her cheeks out

Bad hoes, I got a lot of them, might fly a hundred freaks out

We close to Medellín, eighty-five on the tint

Ain't a killer, but I can't lie like I don't got some attempts

I turned my pain into a profit, sometimes, I just gotta vent

Bro'll down somethin', piss on his hands, and wipe the pole for the prints, Blanco

Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up

Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much

Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous

I'm trenches famous

Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters

So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure

These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah

I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous

It's tweaky when we engage, squeezin' with no delay

We want him slaughtered, the price of the skeezy is bein' raised

Believe me, I'm what they ain't, really him 'round here

You can tell, you ever been 'round here

Treat the 'Ghini like LeSabre, that's just the Pebbles in me

That's why the bitches throwin' Hello Kitty

**** love the way that Jell-O jiggy

It ain't no secret, got the ghetto with me

To be from Fourth, you gotta do more than just yell it with me, nail him with me

Famous in these trenches, we celebrity status

Half a ticket in the vault, another Quay in the attic

Audemars after the Rollie, then he came with the Patek

Fill it up with prostitutes 'til ain't no space in the Wagen

These **** ratted, can't carry your baggage, this how I feel

To be a fella underneath what I'm bangin', you need a kill

Giant in these P residentials, I'm like Shaquille

We to the box 'cause that letter they offered him wasn't no deal, ****

Yeah, felony on my body, can't put that flame up

Back out a hundred bands in blues or you ain't sayin' much

Big Cuban on me, she gon' choose because I'm famous

I'm trenches famous

Investigations on the gang, ain't talkin' shit but them letters

So much Wocky in my cup, sometimes, I don't even measure

These bitches know I'm on my way up, they been treatin' me better, yeah

I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous

I'm trenches famous, ooh, I'm trenches famous