[Intro: Mini]
RealCartel
MH Beats
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
Two months can, team's put on benches
Bad B's come to the head as well
Dem man do it for clout and mentions
Bro's in the back with the shotgun shells
Turnpike Lane, we do it for the vengance
Back out the dots, no show and tell
[Chorus: Mini]
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
Two months can, team's put on benches
Bad B's come to the head as well
Dem man do it for clout and mentions
Bro's in the back with the shotgun shells
Turnpike Lane, we do it for the vengance
Back out the dots, no show and tell
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
Two months can, team's put on benches
Bad B's come to the head as well
Dem man do it for clout and mentions
Bro's in the back with the shotgun shells
Turnpike Lane, we do it for the vengance
Back out the dots, no show and tell
[Verse 1: BM]
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
She went down low, she done it well
Sun's out, guns at niggas as well
Opp block tour tryna feed them shells
Left with six, should we risk these bells?
Got caught with a hand ting, mad ting
Buss that case when I got that bail
In the Astra GTC, I'm gettin' ducked down by CID
With a loaded clip in the back of the seat
No Aircon ting when I slap this heat
Ballys and gloves, gotta do it so lean
Heart attack when they buck their Gs
Four doors pop and they duss from the scene
Four doors pop and they duss from the scene
[Verse 2: Mini]
I'm really tryna creep and bang
Let this crash, no we can
Live us and we leave with waps
No Nito ting when I rise and tan
Since young I've aimed at hats
And I told my man "Don't aim like that"
Young G got a pat on his back
The mandem ting, jump out and splash
Them man there don't ride for their friends
You can get put in the Benz, no lem
He try run but he turned his head
And that pussio tripped, oh, what a mess
Sometimes this shit gets tense
But it's calm cah us man did it no sweat (No sweat)
No private ting when they jet
Trip up, get drenched, in news by 10
[Verse 3: BM]
We can't post of it (Why?)
So we gotta pose with it
Fry my man like awesome chips
And you know that I gotta get sauce with it
Ketchup spread I want more of it
If the beef gets hot, we don't talk to the pigs
Swing my blade tryna slice his wig
And if I get --- I push you in
Who's on who? I back my mates
Circle your block, I don't need no Waze
Done it in [?], I was born and raised
If you get caught get put in the waze
Civilians screamin' "Is he OK"
Runnin' him down like Yohan Blake
Dripped in blood like he stepped in a rave
This Glock 19 got impressive range (Bow)
[Verse : Mini]
In the whip with bro in the passenger's seat
Best hope that the car don't ride off
If I jump out opp block settings
Hope that my shank don't bend like Carlos
And they're talkin' all of this crud
They talk too much, when I step their hearts drop
Doin' drills is suttin' I love
Touch one of us and we'll let it bark off
Stupid punk, you must be skunk
Sniff too much like you just watched Narcos
Two got bunned when 4 doors bussed
He's spittin' out blood cah this ain't no [?]
Gang pulled up, dem man dussed
I'll do man's lungs 'till the ting gets plugged off
Gang pulled up, dem man dussed
I'll do man's lungs 'till the ting gets plugged off
[Verse 5: BM]
Ride on who? Ride on us?
Nigga, you're smokin' on spicy stuff
Broski stepped on the gas then dussed
Armed jakes been followin' us
And if we get caught, get put into cuffs
Ten toes ting, pedalbike, get pumped
Ten toes ting, pedalbike, get pumped
Ten toes ting, pedalbike, get pumped (Bubush)
[Chorus: Mini]
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
Two months can, team's put on benches
Bad B's come to the head as well
Dem man do it for clout and mentions
Bro's in the back with the shotgun shells
Turnpike Lane, we do it for the vengance
Back out the dots, no show and tell
We came from the deepest trenches
And that's suttin' not far from Hell
Two months can, team's put on benches
Bad B's come to the head as well
Dem man do it for clout and mentions
Bro's in the back with the shotgun shells
Turnpike Lane, we do it for the vengance
Back out the dots, no show and tell
