Trust Nobody

[Intro: Fatt Macc]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Fatt Macc]
I done shook back, ran up and rapped, now they see me rappin', everybody love me
I pass them 'bows out in the hood, they ain't pay me back, everybody love me
I cut some niggas off and put the fam first, now they probably feelin' like fuck me
It ain't no rules in the trap life, nigga, I'll put this bitch on my cousin

[Chorus: ChoppaBaby]
Bitch, you know the dos and don'ts, play with me, I whack my cousin
Nigga beatin' up on his chest, rearranged him, left him ugly
Forty thousand in my pocket, I know they smell that dog shit
'Fore you think 'bout snakin' me, I'ma hit your ass with fent'
Told Lil Dreez to grab that K, grab that fully, time to bleed him
Nigga lookin' like a lick, he sweet as hell, ma', can we keep him?
Keep askin' if these 30s, told the bitch to get your ruler
All that barkin' in my ear, bitch, you sound just like a poodle

[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Don't ask me where I'm at, you know I'm somewhere in the hood
I'm somewhere bleedin' the block, when I'm with chop', I know I'm good
Don't blow my high, lil' bitch, I'm feelin' good, I'm on them Percs
Just laid her down, she wrapped her legs around, this bitch a squirter
I'll send these boxes to your house, baby, I'll love your ass forever
Let me trap it out and swing the door, I'll buy you bags, whatever
Make a promise you ain't gon' change up, I done got used to it
I ain't never got my chain touched, try robbin' you in the woods
I got a couple murders on my conscience, I got some niggas do your ass bad
She know I'm rich, now she wanna fuck me, bust on the face, do her ass bad
You know this shit all about survival, you keep it real, bet your ass last
I went to Cali', paid six dollars, sold 'em for twelve, ran it up fast
I made a double up easy, I'm two million up like I'm Peezy
I got this shit on me, excuse me, yeah, it look like I robbed me a Regions

[Chorus: ChoppaBaby]
Bitch, you know the dos and don'ts, play with me, I whack my cousin
Nigga beatin' up on his chest, rearranged him, left him ugly
Forty thousand in my pocket, I know they smell that dog shit
'Fore you think 'bout snakin' me, I'ma hit your ass with fent'
Told Lil Dreez to grab that K, grab that fully, time to bleed him
Nigga lookin' like a lick, he sweet as hell, ma', can we keep him?