Cant Trust No Soul
She wanna fuck wit a crint
But I don't know bout that shit
I might be goin home
I don't fuck with you hoes
Call up my dawgs, we on the come up we spitting dis shit
Hold up the phone; I ain't gon quit doing dis shit till I'm rich
Huh
We do the dash like a nascar
She succing dick wit no hands on
We making the plays you might pass on
Stacking the bandz in a benz truck
Where'd it go wrong? I don't know how to make this shit be right
Like ping and pong, we be sending off the shots every night
That hoe
Wanna. Come and
Ride with
A young
Crint
Yah
But I
Can't
Trust no
Soul
Don't fuck no wit bitch yeah
I'm switching up all my flows
You know I been havin chicks comin in like down low
Watch out for feds got the packs in my coat
Stone island throwed Moncler vest on fasho
I don't fuck wit nun y'all pussy boys
I been stacking up my bands tryna cop a new toy
I'm in a srt with a green beam
Concords on neath my Amiri jeans
I used to serve the fiends for a couple gs
Now we gunning for a milli musically
Came up out dees streets I had to hustle
Now I put five grams in my blunt got me stuck yeah
Pushin weight every day I done got some muscle
Notice I Got chrome hearts for the piece fit the puzzle
That hoe
Wanna. Come and
Ride with
A young
Crint
Yah
But I
Can't
Trust no
Soul
Don't fuck no wit bitch yeah
But I don't know bout that shit
I might be goin home
I don't fuck with you hoes
Call up my dawgs, we on the come up we spitting dis shit
Hold up the phone; I ain't gon quit doing dis shit till I'm rich
Huh
We do the dash like a nascar
She succing dick wit no hands on
We making the plays you might pass on
Stacking the bandz in a benz truck
Where'd it go wrong? I don't know how to make this shit be right
Like ping and pong, we be sending off the shots every night
That hoe
Wanna. Come and
Ride with
A young
Crint
Yah
But I
Can't
Trust no
Soul
Don't fuck no wit bitch yeah
I'm switching up all my flows
You know I been havin chicks comin in like down low
Watch out for feds got the packs in my coat
Stone island throwed Moncler vest on fasho
I don't fuck wit nun y'all pussy boys
I been stacking up my bands tryna cop a new toy
I'm in a srt with a green beam
Concords on neath my Amiri jeans
I used to serve the fiends for a couple gs
Now we gunning for a milli musically
Came up out dees streets I had to hustle
Now I put five grams in my blunt got me stuck yeah
Pushin weight every day I done got some muscle
Notice I Got chrome hearts for the piece fit the puzzle
That hoe
Wanna. Come and
Ride with
A young
Crint
Yah
But I
Can't
Trust no
Soul
Don't fuck no wit bitch yeah
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Writer(s): Nirojan Nirubatharan
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