LilRichieX2, 24Heavy, Pressa - 42 & 27 lyrics
[LilRichieX2, 24Heavy, Pressa - 42 & 27 lyrics]
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
Bitch, we are thuggin'
Yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin'
That's how we all live
Fuck your 360 deal, no
We want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' fuck a
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young nigga watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get from LA
I don't fuck with niggas, no, they fake
No, these niggas snakes
I'm with my niggas from the 6ix
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you
That's so many mob niggas in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, nigga we done ate, nigga
Won't stop, nigga, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape niggas get
Get his phone, put him on a plate, nigga
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
I might fuck that bih and
Send it off tomorrow
I might kill them Louis V
Today and Fendi tomorrow
I might rock the 40 with a balenciaga shirt
All my niggas big dogs, talkin' top shottas
I might jog the top just feel the breeze
Pull up nigga, pew pew sweet cheese
Like whoa whoa who, aye
I don't want the 40 without the extendo
9 times outta 10
There's some killas in the bando
Aye, project livin'
They can't never tell a soul
About them project killers
Can't keep a wrist out the bowl
He doin' project whippin' he turns
He a cold heart witness oh na na na na naaaa
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
We come from the woods
Ain't talkin' Red Robin
A lotta niggas died when they shot Robin
Bullets have fuck nigga cryin'
And look at the angels fallin'
I grab that glizzy and go
Rob if I'm rock bottom
I've been out here tryna buy a 8 cup
Loyalty surprise me
Please don't let this money brake ya
Shit got crazier
Pressa need a mansion with a palladium
What you know about paddy wagon 8am
I was in the courthouse with albanians
Lawyer he a Jew, uh, but he a alien
They charge him with a murder, uh
And made me scratch my head
They charge him with
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
Bitch, we are thuggin'
Yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin'
That's how we all live
Fuck your 360 deal, no
We want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' fuck a
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young nigga watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get from LA
I don't fuck with niggas, no, they fake
No, these niggas snakes
I'm with my niggas from the 6ix
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you
That's so many mob niggas in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, nigga we done ate, nigga
Won't stop, nigga, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape niggas get
Get his phone, put him on a plate, nigga
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
I might fuck that bih and
Send it off tomorrow
I might kill them Louis V
Today and Fendi tomorrow
I might rock the 40 with a balenciaga shirt
All my niggas big dogs, talkin' top shottas
I might jog the top just feel the breeze
Pull up nigga, pew pew sweet cheese
Like whoa whoa who, aye
I don't want the 40 without the extendo
9 times outta 10
There's some killas in the bando
Aye, project livin'
They can't never tell a soul
About them project killers
Can't keep a wrist out the bowl
He doin' project whippin' he turns
He a cold heart witness oh na na na na naaaa
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye
We come from the woods
Ain't talkin' Red Robin
A lotta niggas died when they shot Robin
Bullets have fuck nigga cryin'
And look at the angels fallin'
I grab that glizzy and go
Rob if I'm rock bottom
I've been out here tryna buy a 8 cup
Loyalty surprise me
Please don't let this money brake ya
Shit got crazier
Pressa need a mansion with a palladium
What you know about paddy wagon 8am
I was in the courthouse with albanians
Lawyer he a Jew, uh, but he a alien
They charge him with a murder, uh
And made me scratch my head
They charge him with
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers out the Glock
Just like a bank card brodie got a L
He doin' lessons around the courtyard
I'mma pass out the Glock just like a football
42 and 27, bitch you play with Glocks, yeah
21 and 47 on that murder rap, aye
35 and 30 got out, before the cop came
Numbers in my circle but ah, no numba 9 aye