Video Trenches de Ace Lit 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ace Lit - Trenches Lyrics

Aye
I was raised in the trenches you know that
Fuck around buy a house when I go back
New gun too big can’t fold that
Aye
Thats 3 more zips bro roll that
I swing that door like a doorman
Ace love his lean you know that
Aye
Don’t know why these niggas don’t like me
Prolly cause they lil bitch like me
And deep down he wanna be just like me

Can't tell me shit bout gang
Juiceboy astro same thang
Foe nem gone slide bang
Get wet trynna walk in the rain

Get wet gotta play with the bitch
My wrist that pot gone spin
Hamsam ass niggas bе fu
Profit on the cam gone shoot
Thot bitch be loving thе crew
But after the weekend it’s over
She come and go cry on yo shoulder
I tell her hold on I don’t hold her
My paper in pocket like folders
My diamonds is Rocky a Boulder
But imma just be a lil bolder
I call you lil bro but you older
Bitch Imma professional roller
Start making it clap magnolia
My whole gang in the movie grown ups
I was stuck in the mud like knee deep
Bring that smoke outside like a T P
Astro I’m fly no ET
Check in online gotta CC
Only say it one time no repeats
Stay on my line take it easy
Just one more time you don’t need me
Take a bitch back in time like BC
Bro sold his lines he don’t drink lean
Lil bird on the phone trynna tweet me
When I get that check bro freeze me
Cause they at my neck it ain’t easy
Aye uh

They know imma threat cuz I’m him
Start shooting I do it again
They wasn’t with us in the gym
And we wasn’t aiming at Rims

Gotta go back to the slums
Cause I owe that
Get a fuck nigga gone
And standing on shit like some
Goddamn doormats
Aye
Aye just chill
Bands on me
All blue
Humble
Flex my shit I do
Blue cameras on top of them poles
You already know
How young niggas do
She rocking with me
I boosted her confidence
Neglected the bitch
Like she was a opp
Can't sit in one spot
Had a beam on my head
Ain’t say that shit for clout
Niggas know
I get in
Then I’m out
Niggas was taking shorties out
Filled the whole damn block with doubt
Rest up Marco
Let me get that out
Let me pop my shit
Let me talk real fast
It’s Kharoo don
Wit a double O
Some like bond with
The double O
Smoove like bond
I might take double hoes
This the life we choose
Too cold
Any bitch I got
Too bad
I know
Too bad my heart on froze
Love my bitch
She still could fold
Trust issues I got unfolding
Been that nigga
In case you ain’t notice
I reek of this shit
It’s potent
Pen smooth
Like a poet
Aye
How many you niggas is real
Get
Jammed no cap
Won’t squeal
Went broke for a bitch
That’s real
Break bread for my niggas
Who here

Yeah
Let me tell you how shit could go
You on point to a T
Get hit in the teeth
They mock yo funeral
Yeah
Bad bitch might take yo heart
You give that bitch all you got
Then boom you back to the start
Cause this the trenches
They form malice
Then we lose potential niggas
They all in they feelings
Over shit that’s not they business
You niggas bitches
On twitter with that real shit
But back door a nigga real quick
Yeah
Mhm
This the trenches