Can’t Trust Shit

[Intro]
(Trex made this beat)
(Ayy, spin back, Lam)
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
YB Nemy, bitch

[Verse 1]
Tryna heat the trap up, stove broke, got the microwave
Posted on that corner where them youngins barely ever bathe
Fiends twitchin', knockin' hard, servin' like it's Chick-fil-A
I was trappin’ dirty with a .40 in my North Face
Every time I left the crib, I prayed I’d make it back
My cousin caught a headshot, now his brain all in his lap
That boy said he gangsta—why the fuck he screamin’ out like that?
My youngin caught a body, then he posed up for a Snap
I don’t want no weak bitch, I need one that’ll stash the MAC
Fuck Chanel, she want a glizzy with a beam attached
Niggas out here playin’ roles, whole time they be rats
Used to share a mattress, now it’s Rollies and a stack
Ducked a hundred charges, bitch, I’m God-sent in this trap
I seen bodies fold, it ain't no movie, this shit facts
Heard the opps got hit again, we clappin’ like it’s jazz
Told my bro don’t trust nobody, not even who got your back

[Chorus]
Watch who you call your gangsta (Fuck him)
Watch who you call your slime (Pussy)
Watch who you call your day one (Cap)
He probably workin' for the swine (Bitch)
Watch who you call your shooter (Fraud)
That boy ain’t even outside (Nope)
Watch who you show that Glock to (Nah)
He might be the reason you die (For real)

[Verse 2]
What you do with all that re-up bread?
I seen niggas drop a dime instead of bustin’ lead
Seen a snake turn preacher, still got demons in his head
I lost brothers to this shit, not from death, from the feds
Took my heart and turned it ice, ain’t no warmth in what I said
I was broke, they laughed at me, now they beggin’ me to spread
Now these hoes be on my dick, but I just fuck 'em, leave 'em read
Used to text my PO from a trap with nothin' but a bed
Told my opp to pop out, then he ghost like he was dead
I was way too humble, now I flex with nothin’ left
Buy my momma chains, turn that pain into some wealth
Seen my homie change, now I clutch around myself
Heard he gave the drop, so I put pressure on his breath
Shit was sweet until we found out who he text
Caught him lackin’ by the store, left his soul a bloody mess

[Chorus]
Watch who you call your rider (Nah)
Watch who you think gon’ slide (Nope)
Watch who you tell your problems (Facts)
They might be workin' both sides (Bitch)
Watch who you bring to war (Ayy)
Most niggas scared to die (Uh-huh)
Watch who you call your family (Word)
Blood ain't thicker than pride

[Outro]
Can’t trust shit, can’t trust none
Niggas fake, niggas run
Say he real, then he fold
All that love shit gettin’ old
Can’t trust shit, can’t trust none
Keep a switch, keep a drum
YB Nemy, I’m the one
Fuck a friend, I need a gun