Voice Of The Trenches Lyrics by Jay Hound
(Ayo, Double, you killed that, on foenem grave)
Grahh-grahh
Free Naz, ***
Free GB from [?]
Free SG
Spinnin’ that block, like I don’t got a mask, like-
I had to put on my shirt
I got a .40, come see if it-
I got a .40, come see if it work
Pour up the D’Usse, better make her twerk
Backshots while I’m popping a perc
I got my G as the voice of trenches, like-
Don’t think I’m talking ’bout Durk
Brodie, tell me who that?
Brodie, tell me what you really see
Do you want me to shoot him or not?
Bro like, wait ’till he tell us who this *** be
Brodie this *** taking long
I’m bout to shoot him, just give me the green
He think he slime, so we-
He think he slime, so we making him sneeze
Grahh-grahh, boom
He think he slime till we-
I’m making movies, I’m on the scene
Cameras be watching, ain’t no DVD
Bend through that block, put my *** on repeat
Threw at the function, they knew it was me
Went to the low, thought I was dolo
I popped out the cut, It was me and my G
(Like word to bro, popped out the cut it was-, like-)
I saw a opp, got on my feet
Thought he was slick, I threw one at his V
Bro *** jammed, I gotta throw brodie
I started buggin’ like James on the-
Start buggin’ like James on the heat
We ain’t come for attempts, better duck when I peep
Spinnin’ that block, like I don’t got a mask, like-
I had to put on my shirt
I got a .40, come see if it-
I got a .40, come see if it work
Pour up the D’Usse, better make her twerk
Backshots while I’m popping a perc
I got my G as the voice of trenches, like-
Don’t think I’m talking ’bout Durk
Spinnin’ that block, like I don’t got a mask, like-
I had to put on my shirt
I got a .40, come see if it-
I got a .40, come see if it work
Pour up the D’Usse, better make her twerk
Backshots while I’m popping a perc
I got my G as the voice of trenches, like-
Don’t think I’m talking ’bout Durk