No Trust
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I'm getting to the bag now
You can catch me with some racks now
Can't even relax now
If I want it I don't have to ask now
Pack all my shows
For a feat that price ain't low
Got a few goals
Up the only way to go
These diamonds dancing
Throw bullets like Peyton Manning
All these crowds chanting
My money still expanding
These niggas hating
I'm the best ain't no debating
I'm still creating
Tape soon thank y'all for waiting
All they flows constant
I don't even have a comment
Said that he make better content
Just stop with all at nonsense
Sneak dissing don't got time for that
Make me commit a crime for that
Spent your last dime for cat
At the top that's where you'll find me at
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I'm swagging, I'm swagging
I'm dripping I'm dripping
I stand ten toes you won't catch me slipping
Blue ragging Blue ragging
I'm cripping I'm cripping
Catch me in the kitchen it's dope what I'm whipping
My young niggas crazy
(They wilding, they wilding)
I should be a model the way that I'm styling
I'm going up yeah
(I'm rising, I'm rising)
My shooters assassins forever keep silent
They fucking the game up
I'm loyal forever can't change up
We some hotheads can't contain us
Beefing with me it get dangerous
You spent racks on a bitch
I see fire when I spit
When I sing she show her tits
Dressed in all black like john wick
No comparisons I'm realer
I see that they bitter
Ski mask say I'm a killer
Her pussy tasting like vanilla
I get to the cash mo quicker
Michael Jackson thriller
I take out his liver
They say I remind them of Hitler
Winner winner
Chicken dinner
They talk tough on twitter
That act seem familiar
Know ima sinner
Pack strong as gorillas
Fuck that I'm back to the dough
Shipping packs for the low
What you make in a year I'm trynna get that for a show
They already know
Can't ever play like a hoe
For the fuck shit I won't go
Better play with ya hoe
Cause if you don't I'll put a tag on ya toe
And that's a sad way to go
(Yeah, yeah)
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I'm getting to the bag now
You can catch me with some racks now
Can't even relax now
If I want it I don't have to ask now
Pack all my shows
For a feat that price ain't low
Got a few goals
Up the only way to go
These diamonds dancing
Throw bullets like Peyton Manning
All these crowds chanting
My money still expanding
These niggas hating
I'm the best ain't no debating
I'm still creating
Tape soon thank y'all for waiting
All they flows constant
I don't even have a comment
Said that he make better content
Just stop with all at nonsense
Sneak dissing don't got time for that
Make me commit a crime for that
Spent your last dime for cat
At the top that's where you'll find me at
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I'm swagging, I'm swagging
I'm dripping I'm dripping
I stand ten toes you won't catch me slipping
Blue ragging Blue ragging
I'm cripping I'm cripping
Catch me in the kitchen it's dope what I'm whipping
My young niggas crazy
(They wilding, they wilding)
I should be a model the way that I'm styling
I'm going up yeah
(I'm rising, I'm rising)
My shooters assassins forever keep silent
They fucking the game up
I'm loyal forever can't change up
We some hotheads can't contain us
Beefing with me it get dangerous
You spent racks on a bitch
I see fire when I spit
When I sing she show her tits
Dressed in all black like john wick
No comparisons I'm realer
I see that they bitter
Ski mask say I'm a killer
Her pussy tasting like vanilla
I get to the cash mo quicker
Michael Jackson thriller
I take out his liver
They say I remind them of Hitler
Winner winner
Chicken dinner
They talk tough on twitter
That act seem familiar
Know ima sinner
Pack strong as gorillas
Fuck that I'm back to the dough
Shipping packs for the low
What you make in a year I'm trynna get that for a show
They already know
Can't ever play like a hoe
For the fuck shit I won't go
Better play with ya hoe
Cause if you don't I'll put a tag on ya toe
And that's a sad way to go
(Yeah, yeah)
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
I don't trust these hoes
But I trust my bros
20,000 for my clothes
Rocking out all my shows
Credits
Writer(s): Marcell Jones
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