YBF Jay - Trenches lyrics

Ayeeee It’s Jay Look {Hook} b*tch you know I’m ballin hard I’m coming straight up out them trenches Out here late night if you hear one sound you better jump them fences Had to go get it I was taught to get this fu*kin paper If you wasn’t grinding from the bottom I don’t need yo favor This ain’t No Fortnite but you know that we gotta keep that Scar He was dissing on my homies but he said I went too far Member the days that we took the bus we ain’t have no fu*kin car Know that I’m destined to be great yeah I’m gone be a star {Verse} Know I’m stepping for my fu*king brothers that’s by any means The way I’m poppin’ out that cut I think it might be Halloween Call this sh*t Pеrsonal Fitness way I’m chasing all this green He was acting for that camera told that ni**a don’t makе no scene He think he know me but he don’t know I’m a certified stepper The way I’m teaching all these ni**as they should call me they professor b*tch you know I play to win to yeah I’m tryna be better He said that he bout that action but he cannot handle pressure They beef with the gang just know that sh*t be attention b*tch I’m stuck up innat field I deserve me an extension All these females round a ni**a do you really think I’m simping Nowadays I just sit at my desk and count up all of these winnings I just ran up 40 bandz I’m feeling like the month of April The way I’m sticking to all these bandz ion need a staple All my youngin goons yeah they sippin on that muddy maple I just made these bandz off of that backend yeah shoutout the label I was just a freshman up at gateway yeah right off of sable Nowadays these ni**as ain’t bout money they just watching cable Shoutout to the man upstairs for my life yeah I’m super grateful And if you fw the gang you know that sh*t might turn out fatal I done ran up all these bases now I think I am the batter fu*k round wit me or my gang turn that sh*t into Disaster Only took me 6 months to turn up myself up into a rapper I can’t fu*k with these fake ass ni**as you know they all some cappers {Hook} b*tch you know I’m ballin hard I’m coming straight up out them trenches Out here late night if you hear one sound you better jump the fences Had to go get it I was taught to get this fu*kin paper If you wasn’t grinding from the bottom I don’t need yo favor