Young Hrt - Sun Out Lyrics

I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
Address it when it's poppin' I don't let no shit get drug out
They tryna blemish up my image I'm the hero of the trenches
Heard they hit 'em bad and now they lookin' for the witness
Supply and demand, he livin' healthy off prescription
You want Prada but you Fashion Nova
Get what you been givin'
Y'all ain't really makin' music
Y'all just pump out noise
On the lookout for the opps
You gotta watch your boys
Love me or hate me
Bae you had your choice
And y'all know Summer for the jump out boys
He ain't my homie, he my brudda nem
Show him love by buyin' Cullinan
I'm too official for that other shit
F*ck the police, f*ck the government
Why you said it if you ain't meant it
Put ten-x on granny pension
Give her a hundred, start your business
Love or hate me, what's the difference
Miss when my homie, was still livin'
Wish we coulda did it different
Ice out his face in remembrance
My chain hit, I know he listenin'
I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
Address it when it's poppin' I don't let no shit get drug out
I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
Address it when it's poppin' I don't let no shit get drug out
I know
You been puttin' up with my shit like it ain't no bullshit
Smile on your face, I cop Birkin, you don't lose it
My youngin' call me up, say you a hero, lead the movement
Can't find the scrap witness whacked like "damn dog oh well"
Crowd up the lobby, pull the Lamb out front the hotel
Ain't walk in the store, I backdoor Dior in wholesale
Ain't nothin' hurt me more than when I heard my bro tell
Like how your curves look inside your Gucci peacoat
You upset I put a precious stone inside your earlobe
I tried to put the boy on this, he sweatin' 'bout a freak hoe
Put it on the line, heart ain't never miss his free throws
Tryna cop the whole hood, I been had the block
She told me that she fell in love, I said, "I'd rather not"
Way out the trenches, still tweak at red lights and them traffic stops
Road dog in the hood just dropped his Patek off
I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
Address it when it's poppin' I don't let no shit get drug out
I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
Address it when it's poppin' I don't let no shit get drug out