Trenches by Kimmi the kid Lyrics

Sick on 6
Kimmi
Sick on 6

Started from the trenches
Nigga know what’s up

Now we getting to the top
Y’all know we done

Dawgs said we won’t make it
Fuck ya we mixing Pecs

Mom getting proud we kicking
Lot of racks we ain’t faking

Nigga with the Glock in the Benz truck
Shut up you bitch you talk much

Ion give a fuck I said it in the song
Fuck my ex bitch pull up next one
Momma told me poor fool yea
Street doesn’t love you like I do

I just wish you could make the fucking clue
Making money that’s the fucking rules

I just wish you could take chill
Codeine
We all gonna sip lean
Jetkey

Put the Glock in my Jean
223
Gat you baby bitch
Yes I want it

I gats so many rack sit beside me
Ain’t Gucci and the fendi on my cap

No no no bitches
They know what’s up

You know what’s up
You know what’s up

Yeh
Started from the trenches
Nigga know what’s up

Now we getting to the top
Y’all know we done

Daws said we won’t make it
Fuck ya we mixing Pecs

Mom getting proud we kicking
Lot of racks we ain’t faking

Nigga with the Glock in the Benz truck
Shut up you bitch you talk much

Ion give a fuck I said it in the song
Fuck my ex bitch pull up next one

Yeh
Ah

“Humming”

999
I gotta pull my gun
Gat the fucking ex
I don’t know what’s up
I gat the bitches next

Yeh

I gat so many friends yo
Gat the cadet kvngs tho
Gat my nigga sauce know
Pull up in the Benz truck yo

Ah
Getting higher
Pull of dread now
Wore my chains now
We sipping lean now
Doing drugs now
Smoking trees now
Smoking dope now

Ya

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

Sick on 6
Kimmi sick on 6
Sick on 6

Yo

It’s a fucking freestyle tho

Street tunes on the mix