TRuST

*hook*

I don’t put trust in a soul

Even my brothers and friends

I was left out In the cold

I know that these Niggas don’t want me to win

I got it all on my own

Please do not say you my mans

Niggas be showing me love

But really don’t want me to live

*verse 1*

I bought me a Glock

With a dick and muzzle

I call up my plug

Get my Ps in a bundle

Just Look at my racks

Hunnit bands in a duffle

I’m getting this sack

Make you fumble

No huddle

I’m flippin a pack

So this rack ima double

I pull up and shoot

Bitch I feel Like I’m Russell

I’m offa da Wok

I’m not moving a muscle

Surrounded by green

I was raised in the jungle

You say you got narcos

Nigga stop it

You say you touch keys

But don’t know how to lock it

I’m servin these fiends

Bitch I give out narcotics

Givenchy all black

While I’m moving in silence

Im all in ya house

Cuz you tough in the comments

With all my Of demons

With Glocks to yo mama

You say you want smoke

But you don’t want the drama

I Ain’t leaving this house

Till I’m touching a comma

These niggas they fill up with envy

Watch who you calling your friends

My closest they turned into enemies

They wanna kill me

I’m thumbing thru bands

I’m soaking my bullets in grease

32 shots

I know it won’t jam

I sent my location

I pray that he pull up

Cuz I got more drums than a band

(Bitch)

*hook*

I don’t put trust in a soul

Even my brothers and friends

I was left out In the cold

I know that these Niggas don’t want me to win

I got it all on my own

Please do not say you my mans

Niggas be showing me love

But really don’t want me to live