Live from 810 ft. Trench Lyrics

Run it

Fuck it I'm bringing the ruckus

Word to Wu-Tang I do things y'all fuckers couldn't

I run up and do spray the group fame is imminent coming

No switching the subject

We summon the dollas not talking that topic

We kick you right outta discussion

Yeah we coming step on phony's you kant tell me nothing

Pull up leave yo heart sinking to your stomach

I don't plummet just sit back and control these fucking puppets

Never mislead but bleed true I'm different breed

But I got average nigga habits I love Hennessy

Damn you got some Hennessy yo pass that shit to me

We can the finish the whole fifth and then arriving on the scene

Man I'm mean got more hoes than motherfuckin' Charlie Sheen

Ayo me and trench hop on it's way too melodic

Ain't mobbin' harder than krew that whack talk stop it

Not talking bout the shopping but we got hot topics

I just rap hard bars and accumulate the profit

Accumulate the profit I'm so high up on a rocket

This that shit that'll make you wanna take your gun and fucking cock it

Pull up on them motherfuckers don't leave it until they droppin'

Yeah to intact I eat the beat up bring it right back

Smoke big ass sacks an drink beers not a lean fiend

Run up in the function air it clean leave the scene

I feel like slim shady when I say obscene things

Ashes on the seat of the Beamer I'm smoking nicotine

Rhyming style vile ain't nobody out here sick as me

We playing big boy ball y'all fuckers on the little league

Weight up you bitches digi scale I'm a triple beam

Pack up the sack hit the road we on go mode

Big bro came back 50 thousand he on parole

I give it all or nothing I kan never be soso

I'm tryna ball out drip the mob go to Soho

So hoe, I need 4 hoes hopping out the four door

Rhymes picture perfect go ahead and take a photo

Got you in the scope red dot target logo

Beat you by myself on film wearing a go pro

Man hold on Trench let's let em' know gang