[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches
Them dope boys weigh bags up on benches
A dope boy trap bags in designer, Givenchy
A dope boy cook up, up in kitchens
Them trenches, a hundred thou feel like a milly
I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley
The bricks come on boats
And they wrapped up in ribbons
The trenches, they pouring up mud in they kidneys
Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin'
They bustin' them slugs, them young n***as rippin'
They hood rich and so all 'nat' 'nats' they rippin'
They getting the dope, and they water whip spin it
They talk about deals, It's that, next to dealing
I pop molly pill and stack racks to the ceiling
Versace, Versace, Burr, Burr, all my women
Them trenches, [?],i'm the lieutenant
Young Duke, and Shitty we rolliin', we 60's
3 quarter backs droppin' the box to yo' city
Don't hear bout no fumbles, them gunna's gon get ya'
I started from scratch with the OG's in the trenches
Trap with no strap, wasn't gettin' no business
I stood in the trap with the strap and the henny
The country boy comin', I serve in the kitchen
I water whip hard, man I water whip, whip it
Longway!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches
I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
In the mufuckin' trenches

[Verse 2: Bricc Baby]
I heard your patna' got took off for some bread
We gotta get it how we get it, living in the trenches
I could've bought a Bentley last week, profit out the trenches
Two hundred thousand, man I swear this shit feel like a milly
I get the work, then I flip it, stretch it in the kitchen
Water whip it, then I serve it to my little n***as
Young n***as totin' semi's, they don't give a fuck
You can ask all my goons in the trenches, n***a they gon eat you up
You see, a n***a got work, and a n***a got pussy
Make a couple million while you grinding in the trenches
You see i'm chilling in the trenches, just me and my n***as
Imma Audemar, Audemar, Audemar all my n***as
I will ball with all my n***as
Go hard with all my n***as
Hunid' bag all my n***as
Hundred grand, all my n***as
Ten toes down, going hard in the trenches
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches
I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
In the mufuckin' trenches

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
It's Dolph!
200 on the dash, 300 in the safe
A+ in my blunt and that 40. on my waist
Shit talking, that get that 40. in your face
You never been a boss, n***a stay in your place
I spent like 30 bands for this watch, swear
I got like 30 rounds in this Glock
A thousand dollars just for these sneakers, just to walk
You ain't workin' with a mill, I don't wanna talk
Plug just text, said, "them thangs on the way"
Might buy a new car, and find new yarks
After this flip im bout' to make
Aye, Touchdown, safe
I started sweating bullets, my shit came one hour late
Got my bomb, told my bitch, "fuck you, go somewhere and masturbate" (Bitch!)
Got Benjamin Franklins to calculate, whole thangs to weigh up
Lil' fuck n***as runnin' round hatin'
Prolly mad cause they don't weigh up
Bitch I might buy you a big stupid ass bag
But hell naw, I can't lay up
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I started sellin' bags in the motherfuckin' trenches
I learned how to cook it, water whip it in the trenches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working neighborhood housing, turned them bitches to the trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
Them trenches, them trenches
In the mufuckin' trenches