Trust
Huh, Huh, Huh huh
Walk in the store and I spend me a ticket
Yo bitch on my body in love with the riches
Comparing yourself to me have to be kidding
Trynna be part of the gang must be trippin
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
I've been in my bag so much do it in silence they looking at me as a problem
My gang full of Ryans they always stay wylin ain't nobody ever gon' stop 'em
I'm gonna be great but that's all about timing we BLGL who gon' top us
They wanting to work so they starting to tap in they shitty I tell them to give up
Walk inside the store go and spend me a whole ticket
Got your bitch all on my body she fell in love with the riches
Trynna compare yourself to me man you must be fucking kidding
Trynna be part of the gang man you must be fucking tripping (on God)
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
I just filled my cup up with some fucking codeine
I went and got straight to the racks and that shit turned me to a fiend
If you not BLGL you die yeah there is no in between
I've been on my fucking grind I ran up the numbers before 18
Feeling like Carti I walk in the party they playing my shit and they know who I am
Tell your bitch about me she go on and on about how she already my number one fan
She tell you she love you but that shit ain't real
At the end of the night she hit me on the gram
She tell you she love you but that shit ain't real
At the end of the night she hit me on the gram
Walk inside the store go and spend me a whole ticket
Got your bitch all on my body she fell in love with the riches
Trynna compare yourself to me man you must be fucking kidding
Trynna be part of the gang man you must be fucking tripping (on God)
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
You know that ain't true
Huh You know that ain't true
Huh You know that ain't true
You know that ain't true
Walk in the store and I spend me a ticket
Yo bitch on my body in love with the riches
Comparing yourself to me have to be kidding
Trynna be part of the gang must be trippin
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
I've been in my bag so much do it in silence they looking at me as a problem
My gang full of Ryans they always stay wylin ain't nobody ever gon' stop 'em
I'm gonna be great but that's all about timing we BLGL who gon' top us
They wanting to work so they starting to tap in they shitty I tell them to give up
Walk inside the store go and spend me a whole ticket
Got your bitch all on my body she fell in love with the riches
Trynna compare yourself to me man you must be fucking kidding
Trynna be part of the gang man you must be fucking tripping (on God)
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
I just filled my cup up with some fucking codeine
I went and got straight to the racks and that shit turned me to a fiend
If you not BLGL you die yeah there is no in between
I've been on my fucking grind I ran up the numbers before 18
Feeling like Carti I walk in the party they playing my shit and they know who I am
Tell your bitch about me she go on and on about how she already my number one fan
She tell you she love you but that shit ain't real
At the end of the night she hit me on the gram
She tell you she love you but that shit ain't real
At the end of the night she hit me on the gram
Walk inside the store go and spend me a whole ticket
Got your bitch all on my body she fell in love with the riches
Trynna compare yourself to me man you must be fucking kidding
Trynna be part of the gang man you must be fucking tripping (on God)
I barely trust myself how could I ever trust you
I got no need for security I'm staying with the tool
I got real shooters with me they gon' show you what they do
You say you're gonna slide but even you know that ain't true
You know that ain't true
Huh You know that ain't true
Huh You know that ain't true
You know that ain't true
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Writer(s): Jason Parra
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