Trust Nobody

Not even my clientele
Not even my clientele hell
Shit crazy man Emkay

I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god
I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god

All blue hunnids in the money machine yea
Amiri - stripe my jeans yea yea
Double my cup Ain sipping on lean nah
White tee shirt dripping Celine
Chains on my neck no shackles unh
Links on my wrist no master unh
Hit the hoe then I might pass her unh
Holy Ghost a bitch no pastor unh
I say Monday morning you can have that bitch back I'm done
Bitch I Don had my fun tell a hoe to get back back up
Got them Bands on me all I know is big racks them racks
I could teach you how to triple up yo bread Big Macs stack up
Tell a bitch what to think use ya head
Get out of line then she extinct bitch ya dead
Kick er out fuck da minks get out my bed
I call the shots no referee flagrant 10
Don't Step to me
No testing me hell nah
Gas on me
Get that for free yea yea
I do this on my own never need a nigga next to me oh nah

I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god
I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god

Young Selma nigga Bitch I'm out that 334 27
Play wit my money I send them niggas at yo doe send glock
Pussy ass niggas Time you niggas get exposed pussy
Ain't no Tory lanes nigga We ain't shooting at no toes nah
Fake street nigga say he banned me from the city wtf
Yo name on them papers boy the hood know you snitching you flaw
Ain't been up in the projects after you beat that fuckin murder what
You cuffed a fat white bitch that look like Kevin Huerter dead bitch
I'm the boss you a worker
Tae Tae stalking you he lurking he watching
On them county roads swerving SKRRT
Tell me why you look so nervous breathe
Real gold chain ain't a single link plated
I just might put my kids on yo sneaky link face yea

I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god
I can't trust nobody nah
Not even my clientele hell nah
Put y'all niggas on some game and you wanna run and tell they talk
I'm talmbot talk to 12 they flaw
I represent the real real real
Get you in that room
Bet my life that you gon squeal on god



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Writer(s): Coach K
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