Trust Issues (I’m Joking I Trust My Mum)
(Cage got that cold)
Bluu, bluu, woi, woi, woi, woi
Woi, woi, woi, woi, bluu, bluu
Woo, woo, woo
Bluu, bluu, bluu, bluu-woo
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Me trust girl, you're mad (LOL)
I don't even trust my mother
Let alone trust a girl, that's bad, fin up in pit like Brad
I don't even trust my father, and that's my dad (my poppa)
I don't even trust my brother, it's sound of sad (wow)
I ain't got no sis, if I did, wouldn't trust that bitch (nope)
This generation fucked, you know what girl do nowadays for the dick? (No shame)
It make girl take fool, "Hey Digga, just cool"
"Ayy, nah, but Reubs" that's how I made hold this tool (haha)
You got him on Snap and him on Snap, don't get me in that Snap (yeah, yeah)
Matter of fact, give me that phone, you ain't getting it back (yo, gimme that)
Come like you want see man use this wap
If youths roll up and I turn them pack (baow)
You gon' stand up in court and snitch and ain't nobody got time for that
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Start seeing music money (yeah), and man start moving funny (yeah)
If he starts moving bunny, I beg someone move him from me
If I shoot that youth then boot, everyone gon' call me the bad guy (big man thing)
I got PTSD from when I got chinged, yo, look at my bad eye (pree it)
Yuh nuh see how it lazy? (Wow)
We make him slide and three weeks later, the man come back and him snake me (pussy dem)
Darg, you ever hear 'bout a thing named karma? (Yeah)
Di man put a man pon me? Digga D? (Wow)
Yo Reubs, the man shoulda been way smarter
Cah he got back worse, way worse, walking duppy (ching, ching)
43, it weren't child's play when bro got chucky (it weren't)
I don't trust you lot but when this tune drops, trust me (trust me)
You'd probably get touched again by then cah we keep up fuckery
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Listen mi inna darg
When ya back ah yard
If ya go pon dem roads
Make sure ya bring ya knife, ya know
Cah sometimes them gun ah stick an' jam
If ya swing ya knife and it bend now, runway inna darg
If it's still not bended, well, then ride back
You cyan' trust anyone again, ya know, mi deuce
Saw sitting there, so go over and "Grr"
Little word of advice from Dappz
Don't trust nobody
Bluu, bluu, woi, woi, woi, woi
Woi, woi, woi, woi, bluu, bluu
Woo, woo, woo
Bluu, bluu, bluu, bluu-woo
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Me trust girl, you're mad (LOL)
I don't even trust my mother
Let alone trust a girl, that's bad, fin up in pit like Brad
I don't even trust my father, and that's my dad (my poppa)
I don't even trust my brother, it's sound of sad (wow)
I ain't got no sis, if I did, wouldn't trust that bitch (nope)
This generation fucked, you know what girl do nowadays for the dick? (No shame)
It make girl take fool, "Hey Digga, just cool"
"Ayy, nah, but Reubs" that's how I made hold this tool (haha)
You got him on Snap and him on Snap, don't get me in that Snap (yeah, yeah)
Matter of fact, give me that phone, you ain't getting it back (yo, gimme that)
Come like you want see man use this wap
If youths roll up and I turn them pack (baow)
You gon' stand up in court and snitch and ain't nobody got time for that
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Start seeing music money (yeah), and man start moving funny (yeah)
If he starts moving bunny, I beg someone move him from me
If I shoot that youth then boot, everyone gon' call me the bad guy (big man thing)
I got PTSD from when I got chinged, yo, look at my bad eye (pree it)
Yuh nuh see how it lazy? (Wow)
We make him slide and three weeks later, the man come back and him snake me (pussy dem)
Darg, you ever hear 'bout a thing named karma? (Yeah)
Di man put a man pon me? Digga D? (Wow)
Yo Reubs, the man shoulda been way smarter
Cah he got back worse, way worse, walking duppy (ching, ching)
43, it weren't child's play when bro got chucky (it weren't)
I don't trust you lot but when this tune drops, trust me (trust me)
You'd probably get touched again by then cah we keep up fuckery
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
I don't even trust eleven, why would I trust the ten? (Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend? (It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng (big Beretta, big Beretta)
Listen mi inna darg
When ya back ah yard
If ya go pon dem roads
Make sure ya bring ya knife, ya know
Cah sometimes them gun ah stick an' jam
If ya swing ya knife and it bend now, runway inna darg
If it's still not bended, well, then ride back
You cyan' trust anyone again, ya know, mi deuce
Saw sitting there, so go over and "Grr"
Little word of advice from Dappz
Don't trust nobody
Credits
Writer(s): Hritik Pattni, Rhys Herbert, Sean Gardner
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