Trust Issues

One opp, two blunts
Stay wit my clan like Ku-Klux
Bro pour the wock in the fruit punch, I'm on the road to the blue bucks (Yeah)
I can't fuck with that bitch she's too much, and I'm dripped out in Puma
Bad lil bitch named Luna, broke ass nigga eating Tuna (Yeah)
Vibe with the beat, rock with the beat
Niggas ain't fucking wit me
Bad lil bitch named Esmi, bitch ass nigga try test me
Told bro "here's the glock are you ready?"
I cannot stop getting fetty
Bitch ass nigga act petty
Smoking on gas I'm deady

I got trust issues
When I was down bad you ain't gimme tissues
Bad lil bitch I just wanna kiss you
I do not rhyme in the stu I just write riddles
I could give you some guap but it's gon be little
Do you feel the rain on your feet when it start to drizzle?
Brodie gon pour up a little tris
That ain't no lean cause it don't fizz
Yung Drippy Dri, show bizz



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Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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