MBNel - Ransom lyrics

The collective
Bet they gon' lay when they
Be comin' from the trenches
Aye I hate carrying these pistols
Try to change the way I'm livin'
Uh, I been paranoid
You gettin' weird then we gon' kill him
Uh, diamonds on me dancin'
Lookin' like it swingin'

Hey my pistol get to knocking like the
Police on the searchin' and seize
These tools allergic to the opps 'cause
When they see them they sneeze
Pipe it down with all them rumors
Bitch we runnin' the streets
Can't name somebody in the city
Who really fuckin' with me
Aye
We don't do the dissin'
Make the word and we gettin' him chalked


Glass body, yeah my brodie caught
He got hit with a Glock
Aye, all my opps is broke
I ain't seein' them shop
Put some money up
I bet my singing ass get another one pop
Yeah we with that, like a deflated tire
Leave your shit flat
We play with XD's
Ain't no XO's fuck a tictac
Aye stop mentioning our names and do
Something about that get back
Patek on my wrist
This bitch hit just like a kickback
Aye, had to cut some homies off
I seen hidden agendas
Shoutout my daughter, 'cause of her
Look at women a bit different
But that's for women
It's a difference referring to bitches
I'm from the trenches
'member days ain't shit in the kitchen
Aye my cousin lost a kidney
Couldn't quit the sippin'
When we was children
I had problems I always just hit it
How I grew up sinnin'
Mom and pops was in a religion
Diamonds on me dancin'
What I started I'm always gon' finish

Bet they gon' lay when they
Be comin' from the trenches
Momma I been on a mission
I've been chasing me a million
Yeah I hate carrying these pistols
Try to change the way I'm livin'
Everytime I'm off these drugs
They always got me in my feelings
I been paranoid
You gettin' weird then we gon' kill him
Hold his bitch up for ransom
We gon' make him spill it
(Uh)
Diamonds on me dancin'
Lookin' like it swingin'
Coming from the trenches
Coming from the trenches

I ain't nothing like these
Rappers in my city
Stop comparing me
How you sent them shots and miss every one
That shit embarrassing
They know that Nelly humble
Y'all the ones making me arrogant
We got so much weapons they
Gon' start calling us terrorists
Aye
Really bred from a different cloth
I had friends that stabbed my
Back, they was snakes
I gave them my all
Download slow the phones to answer my calls
Jumping in a funk to get a
Name you was never involved
Money ain't the problem, it's the fake love
They gon' dap me up but when I
Leave is when they say sumn
Before we had them Glocks
Me and brother used to mace 'em
I got bros that I just met 'cause it
Don't mean shit if you ain't hold one
If the homie blitz the homie
I'mma act like I don't know it
Best reaction off reactions
Now I'm reacting off emotion
Before I started rappin', never
Thought I'd feel important
Aye
I'mma air this bitch before
I let somebody boast

Bet they gon' lay when they
Be comin' from the trenches
Momma I been on a mission
I've been chasing me a million
Yeah I hate carrying these pistols
Try to change the way I'm livin'
Everytime I'm off these drugs
They always got me in my feelings
I been paranoid
You gettin' weird then we gon' kill him
Hold his bitch up for ransom
We gon' make him spill it
(Uh)
Diamonds on me dancin'
Lookin' like it swingin'
Coming from the trenches
Coming from the trenches