OFF A BEAN ft. Born Da Ri$e Original Lyrics

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

You know I'm gunna run it up and stay elite

Twin bitches on my dick and I don't pay a fee

I can't ever let these goofies get to close to me

He be movin' slow mo he be off a bean

I'm just moving the pack, like i'm Pacman

She just be throwing it back, she wanna cash in

Word to the gang I be all up in the mix

Now I'm getting big so now I'm global with the shits

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I just made it back home I gotta get my bag up

She might of really loved me but I had to go and act up

Flip that hit we gunna get our licks back

Burnin through the trenches but we don't smoke no zig zags

Bamboo with the Fanta, smoking on za getting head from your momma

Pure pressure and I gotta get my dollas

I was in the box, reading up on Dalai Lama

Thats a self investment and you should know that shit

And you should really chill cuz you don't own that bitch

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I'm da god from a state, homiced it ain't safe (Yeah!)

I was on the phone with murder Mami caught a case (Yeah!)

Little calf muscles, stead to shoot you in da face (Yeah!)

Texting out the addy before he leaking out the place(Yeah!)

Shawty down to shoot you now embedded on da waist

Gun store, gun range, she was dabbing out da escape

Wanna sit on my face, drop da Blicky out da case

Woe, Woe, Woe, nigga, shorty got a holster

Acting like a nigga on a wall call poster

Never thought God like me yeah, the smoke her

Staring down da fog, met G now it's over

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches

I be I be I be in these trenches

I be I be I be in these bitches