Chris & Snoop

Huh, Trust
Know what I'm sayin'? Right
We in this motherfucker
Huh
Know what I'm sayin'?

Look, when it's time to put in work, niggas ask for me when it's blood
Make bodies disappear, I'm like Master P with the Trunk
Ran into a dope fiend, I'm asking him what he want
His brother OD'd, he was mad at me for a month
My man ran off with a half a key and a pump
Backstabbers, they start stabbing me in the front
That's actually what I want, show they true colors
I'm passionate with a gun like new lovers
But what them niggas did was too fucked up
It's all good
Cause he got two brothers that stay on the west with his boo cuffed up
I got the perfect plan to make his boo trust us
All that bitch need is a pair of heels, shе a shoe lover
A body dropped and your crеw suffer
When it come to the scoreboard, my shooters gone through numbers
Recruits that don't shoot jumpers
True hunters, been under investigation for two summers
Trust



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Writer(s): Justin Christopher Harrell, Marche Black, Tyren Vanquez Carter
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