Correction Lyrics 42 & 27 by Pressa

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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 block just like a football
42 and 27, b*t*h 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

b*t*h, we are thuggin', yeah this that mob business
In the trenches we thuggin', that's how we all live
f**k your 360 deal, no, we want our own dishes
For the two 27, no we keep our glizziеs
I come from trenches, stеalin' [?] f**k a [?]
We gon' get up on 'em
Then blow his brains out
Young n***a watch your block any day
I'm still tryna get [?] from LA
I don't f**k with n***as, no, they fake
No, these n***as snakes
I'm with my n***as from the 6
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake
No matter what you [?]
That's so many mob n***as in my trap house
Man, don't worry about it
Know we straight, n***a we done ate, n***a
Won't stop, n***a, 'till my bank account
Like on eight figures
Remember days I had to rob
I had to tape n***as
n***a

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