Trust No Bitch Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
It's undebatable
If I had a bullet
You would've ate it bull
You panic if I rage at all
I don't need alcohol
No safety harness if I fall
I risk it all
I just wanna tap your jabber jaw
Yea
Conduct business and
Its factual
Yea
I know you need to hear this
What you running from
You don't get none being one
Realize It's what you become
Awhole life of trying to run
Yea
I got the call
I knew he was drunk
Belligerent
And That's at the Minimum
Saying He ran outta gas
Slapped put it In park
Waiting in the lot
Of markies mini golf
You was scared
Tho I still hopped in
He Screaming i fucked his wife
I said I'm not the him
Mean while I'm driving
He got a pistol
Sitting shot gun
He wanted information but I ain't got None
I didn't know Truely
He said my dog was fucking my jawn
What comes around goes around
You get it now
Pop the trunk
While drag a another body out
We get take and
You left with the balance
He pulled the pistol to my head
I said what you crazy
He's flicking his ash
Screaming he'll put one in the dash
I said what's the point
This life a toy
But you fragile
Them drinks got you thinking you Rambo
I'm Gonna leave with your brain Scrambled
Yea
You Scared of your shadow
Your boys be the first to set up you up
Never trust what the Feds and what They say your friends did
They all sell you out
For a body bag
If you open your mouth
You started as a mouse
With a half ounce
Now you a rat
Running With a pound
I handed them a knife
And stab you in the back
My car outside your crib you cracked
I couldn't believe that
This Life a rubix cube if that
Green on top
You Better avoid the red and blue
Until you pay your dues
Trust me it's true
If you only knew
What your friends really do
You trying sell me a car
Then Got mad when I was like Nah
Then I heard he started popping off
On how bull fucked her raw
On top the hood of his car
I'm like na you sure
Walking home smoking a bog
You on the phone
With some Jawn
I had rubbers but you went raw
You a stupid dog
Left them jawns under the splash block
Them pictures ain't what got you Popped
Its that crying ass voice mail
Ask gog
I'd swear but I don't believe on god
Na
Writing letters to my boy he upstate
He selfish and helpless
Still Trying to develop
It all came from the cellar
Underground
You Screaming you hard
But We got pictures of you running Out
You a clown
Spit so much you could drowned
Don't front
I know
You know see me around what's up