Issues

She said she trust me but I can't trust her back
I can't trust these bihh
All these bitches they some nats
She tryna prove that she love me got my name in a tat huh
Bitches they some brats I'm tryna hit it from the back
You know my pockets swole your last nigga pockets it was flat
You know what I rep what's my set suwoo blaat
I'm at your door with it
All black car it matte black
Fake nigga act so real
Can't trust these niggas they some rats
Fuck up the check and back to the trap I get it back
I fuck that bitch so hard and back shots I'm blowing out her tracks
I go brazy while my team they in her house they got on mask
Ask me bout my life I told them niggas that I live it fast
That shit all a task

I got glocks no tazer
Got the bitch and I just flirt
I need a loyal bih like burr
Gucci jacket with the fur
Got all the drugs that make u turnt
Bout my money I consent
Five double Os nigga we firm
Fuck the bitch it's ruga turn
Thought she was clean but now you burn
Boy I put on the rubber first
I'm in it quick she got on skirt
I love the the Benz with carbon skirt
Doing the dash I did the skirt
They switched up these nigga merge
Got lotta hoes with ass and curves
Been trapping they never learn



Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Waddell
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