Can’t Trust

J-Real - Can’t Trust ft Hartly [Prod. by Dre Minor]

[Chorus: Hartly]
And I be sippin henny thinkin bout the shit that you be doing on the low
Tell me how the hell a house wife turn into a mother fuckin hoe
See I thought you was a diamond but I see you shinnin like a light of lustre
And baby word on the street is that a nigga like me can’t trust ya
Said I just can’t trust ya
Said I just can’t trust ya
Baby I can not trust ya

[Verse I: J-Real]
Creep on the low, Ain’t to much shit I done seen it before
Deeper and deeper the further we go
I know that you cheatin a reason to go
Fifth of the henny a sniff of the blow
A pond of the kush, A stick of the dro
Look bitch you trippin this ain’t on the low
I know that you creepin you think I ain’t know (Yea yea)
I will never trust again, Girl you lyin and you talk to much
Really here we go again, Gotta miss call flip your phone over
I’m pissed off its old number, Let me hold something
Bitch hold nothing, You owed nothing, Own nothing
Mad as fuck, bitch you on something, And that’s real

[Chorus II: Hartly]
And I be sippin henny thinkin bout the shit that you be doing on the low (Shit that you be doing on the low)
Tell me how the hell a house wife turn into a mother fuckin hoe (How it feel) (House wife turn into a hoe)
See I thought you was a diamond but I see you shinnin like a light of lustre (See you shinnin like a light of lustre)
And baby word on the street is that a nigga like me can’t trust ya (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (Shit that you be doing on the low)
Said I just can’t trust ya (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (House wife turn into a hoe)
Baby I can not trust you (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (See you shinnin like a light of lustre)
Baby I just can not trust ya (Hell no, hell no)
And baby girl I just can’t trust ya (Hell no, hell no)

[Verse II: J-Real]
Hell No, Hello No, Hello No
Bitch you trippin, think I’m thinkin bout ya, Hell no
Bitch I caught you creepin, Yes I caught I caught you creepin
I did to you you done to me I don’t know why we speakin
Pussy must be power, You talking like its ours
Here today but gone tonight you think I should allow it
Why the fuck I ain’t know, How the fuck I ain’t know
Shit ain’t feelin right toss and turned at night house wife turn hoe
Hell No You Lucky, Trust me, You lucky
Words I ain’t never wanna hear from a mother fucking bitch if we sure ain’t fuckin
Gotta side bitch and we creepin, Side bitch and we creep
I do to you what you do to me what you did all week and the weekend (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus III: Hartly]
And I be sippin henny thinkin bout the shit that you be doing on the low (Shit that you be doing on the low)
Tell me how the hell a house wife turn into a mother fuckin hoe (How it feel) (House wife turn into a hoe)
See I thought you was a diamond but I see you shinnin like a light of lustre (See you shinnin like a light of lustre)
And baby word on the street is that a nigga like me can’t trust ya (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (Shit that you be doing on the low)
Said I just can’t trust ya (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (House wife turn into a hoe)
Baby I can not trust you (HHHell no I can’t trust ya) (See you shinnin like a light of lustre)
Baby I just can not trust ya (Hell no, hell no)
And baby girl I just can’t trust ya (Hell no, hell no)