No Trust

Shit's crazy out here, you can't trust shit
This motherfuckers ain't loyal
Better watch your back
Close that backdoor

Lost the ones I loved so I can't even trust
Better call your bitches phone, she in here getting fucked
Gotta a bad lil light skin bitch, you know she tatted up
Once I pull out 20 bands, she finna back it up

I ain't worried bout your hoe, I'm tryna stack it up
Leave your fucking brodie slumped, like go and wrap him up
I ain't finna talk about you bitch, you know it's up
You ain't got no motion, you gone show some bands or what

Tell your baby daddy get some bands and stop dissing
Let him run up on me, that's gone be a dummy mission
He was plotting on the gang, fuck it you a victim
Bitch, we put in work, be the first to stack a million

Heard they want me gone, you gon ehave to drop a ticket
Twin Glocks, both hold 33 like Scottie Pippen
I know they want me dead, you gone have to come and get me
All on live dissing until lil bronem let off 60

I've been on my solo shit, ain't nobody fucking with me
Pour a four of wockiana, it really really got me feeling dizzy
What you know bout cooking on that stove, mix it with some rizzy.
Promise you ain't locked in with me if you ain't getting busy

Capping on the phone, I need my money right away
Got my fiends calling bro, it's time to hit a fucking play
In Atlanta, posted with them demons hop out with the drake
Got my brodie geeked up off them pills, he shoot you in your face

Lost the ones I loved so I can't even trust
Better call your bitches phone she in here getting fucked
Got a bad lil lightskin bitch, you know she tatted up
Once I pull out 20 bands, she finna back it up

I ain't worried bout your hoe, I'm trying to stack it up
Leave your fucking brodie slumped like go and wrap him up.
I ain't finna talk about you bitch you know it's up
You ain't got no motion you gone show some bands or what

Better get to running when the police get behind you
Keep a beam up on the Glock, run up we gone blind you
Say he sliding through the hood but we can't fucking find you
Once I get the addy on them bitches, we gone slide through

Go and get your mans, you better check the score
If I catch a lul shorty slippin im gone let it blow
I been getting to it bitch, I'm trapping through the snow
I been fucking on his bitch and he already know

Lost the ones I loved so I can't even trust
Better call your bitches phone, she in here getting fucked
Got a bad lil lightskin bitch, you know she tatted up
Once I pull out 20 bands, she finna back it up

I ain't worried bout your hoe, I'm trying to stack it up
Leave your fucking brodie slumped like go and wrap him up
I ain't finna talk about you bitch, you know it's up
You ain't got no motion, you gone show some bands or what