Trust Issues

Catch me slipping nigga you lucked up, didn't finished the job nigga you fawked up
Beastmode I ain't in to giving no heads up, broke nigga he ain't he in to getting his bread up
Trust issues I got brothers I got frenemies, enemies, pussy niggas who been hating me
Everything keep my pistol can't trust anything
Cause that's how shit go when it's really beef

That ain't a Jesus piece nigga that's a Chevy sign
You niggas ain't living them Raps quit all that fawkin lying
On baby mama and his bitch because they hella fine
That nigga act like it's a problem bitch it's hamma time
Niggas speaking on my name I'm like Wzup with that
Put this Care package on his head and we ain't never met
You know I just Been being bool Niggas don't want that
Think it's dragon ball z but pussy nigga you can't get brought back
Beast mode tatted on my chest Yada I'm locked in
Snakes all my grass surrounding my house feel like I'm boxed in
Nigga I ain't may weather no gumbumpin or boxing nigga
I'm flocking nigga, that stick talk you don't got one then quit talking nigga
Got his bitch with all that ass talking bout trying to sell it
You know you gotta come with a fee for dreams Lul yada sellin
Couple packs she got from her date you know I'm tryna mail it
And I'm not hopping outta my whip unless I got at cannon

Catch me slipping nigga you lucked up, didn't finished the job nigga you fawked up
Beast mode I ain't in to giving no heads up, broke nigga he ain't he in to getting his bread up
Trust issues I got brothers I got frenemies, enemies pussy niggas who been hating me
Everything keep my pistol can't trust anything
Cause that's how shit go when it's really beef

Nigga that ain't ferragamo lemme see the stitching
And i don't fawk with you pussys all you Niggas snitching
On his bitch and her big sister it don't make a difference
That nigga get all in his feelings he'll sleep with the fishes

Still speaking on my name don't gaf tho
Mad cause I got cookies and them niggas pushing gumbo
Hit my plug for one more before he even let one go
Talking about this one hoe I swear ain't been getting no dough
Oh No Yada cut from that cloth Niggas is washed up
Snakes all in my grass but they fake ass bout to get boxed up
Yada could of been locked up but my lawyer had it on lock bra
You just hope a nigga get shot up cause I run this game I'm on top of
All my real niggas either dead or in the feds jailing
Cause it's death before dishonor and you niggas telling
Got a price put on his head you know I'm tryna sell it
Mac 11 to his melon tellem go to heaven

Catch me slipping nigga you lucked up, didn't finished the job nigga you fawked up
Beast mode I ain't in to giving no heads up
Broke nigga he ain't he in to getting his bread up
Trust issues I got brothers I got frenemies
Enemies pussy niggas who been hating me everything keep my pistol can't trust anything
Cause that's how shit go when it's really beef



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Writer(s): Rainey Hardin
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