No Trust
Told my young niggas get to the money, they on it
I'm walkin' on beats til like 5 in the mornin'
You talkin' on Mobb, them boys gone get on you
Don't dap me up nigga I don't know you
I know imma make it so imma just show you
When it come down to it, just do what we told you
Play with lul Nic if you want, imma fold you
Go spend a bag, don't care 'bout the total
I got bands on me no floggin'
Walk out the trap, broll in my pocket
Was down bad, now we goin' up like a rocket
Bands on me I don't care 'bout a stockin'
We hit that boy in his noggin'
Bad lil bitch on my side she ridin'
I got the glockiana when I'm slidin'
Ya hoe on my meat, she suckin' and slobbin'
Smokin' exotic know I'm floatin'
They on my dick like a Trojan
Was hatin' back then now I'm golden
Was 4L back then how she folded
Foreign lil vibe stay on my mind
Come get yo' hoe tryna hit my line
Them youngins with me, know I hang with them slimes
Gettin' to the racks, I ain't been watchin' time
Wrist on me two-tone
I get the bands then I'm gone
I'm walkin' shit off the dome
Remember trappin' with no phone
I know some niggas who tryna get on
If it ain't the fam I can't put 'em on
Za in my wood got me in my zone
Broll in my pocket, know I bring it home
Yea, It's 2 in the mornin'
She told me come over, I'm makin' ha' horny
Hit one time now she gone adore me
Prayin' to god that she don't back door me
Showed her all my love even tho that shit ain't fa' me
She know I won't fold I'm ten toes down
I'm sippin' on Fanta
I got these hoes on me like I'm Santa
Bad lil bitch sayin' Drakko Montana
I have my young niggas lit no candle
I have my young niggas spin in that phantom
She don't fuck with you cause I hit ha' betta'
These niggas tellin' but I'm gettin' chedda
Got my hand on my heat in the cold weather
Told my young niggas get to the money, they on it
I'm walkin' on beats til like 5 in the mornin'
You talkin' on Mobb, them boys gone get on you
Don't dap me up nigga I don't know you
I know imma make it so imma just show you
When it come down to it, just do what we told you
Play with lul Nic if you want, imma fold you
Go spend a bag, don't care 'bout the total
I'm walkin' on beats til like 5 in the mornin'
You talkin' on Mobb, them boys gone get on you
Don't dap me up nigga I don't know you
I know imma make it so imma just show you
When it come down to it, just do what we told you
Play with lul Nic if you want, imma fold you
Go spend a bag, don't care 'bout the total
I got bands on me no floggin'
Walk out the trap, broll in my pocket
Was down bad, now we goin' up like a rocket
Bands on me I don't care 'bout a stockin'
We hit that boy in his noggin'
Bad lil bitch on my side she ridin'
I got the glockiana when I'm slidin'
Ya hoe on my meat, she suckin' and slobbin'
Smokin' exotic know I'm floatin'
They on my dick like a Trojan
Was hatin' back then now I'm golden
Was 4L back then how she folded
Foreign lil vibe stay on my mind
Come get yo' hoe tryna hit my line
Them youngins with me, know I hang with them slimes
Gettin' to the racks, I ain't been watchin' time
Wrist on me two-tone
I get the bands then I'm gone
I'm walkin' shit off the dome
Remember trappin' with no phone
I know some niggas who tryna get on
If it ain't the fam I can't put 'em on
Za in my wood got me in my zone
Broll in my pocket, know I bring it home
Yea, It's 2 in the mornin'
She told me come over, I'm makin' ha' horny
Hit one time now she gone adore me
Prayin' to god that she don't back door me
Showed her all my love even tho that shit ain't fa' me
She know I won't fold I'm ten toes down
I'm sippin' on Fanta
I got these hoes on me like I'm Santa
Bad lil bitch sayin' Drakko Montana
I have my young niggas lit no candle
I have my young niggas spin in that phantom
She don't fuck with you cause I hit ha' betta'
These niggas tellin' but I'm gettin' chedda
Got my hand on my heat in the cold weather
Told my young niggas get to the money, they on it
I'm walkin' on beats til like 5 in the mornin'
You talkin' on Mobb, them boys gone get on you
Don't dap me up nigga I don't know you
I know imma make it so imma just show you
When it come down to it, just do what we told you
Play with lul Nic if you want, imma fold you
Go spend a bag, don't care 'bout the total
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Writer(s): Keundre Hawthorne-smith
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