Trust Nobody

[Intro: Young Dolph]
I don't put nothin' past none of these niggas
(Let the BandPlay)
Man, I couldn't trust a bitch if I wanted to

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the bed, grabbed my pistol, told her, "I'll be back"(Uh)
I just keep pounds at the house, nah, that ain't where I sleep at (Nah)
Niggas showin' fake love, it ain't hard for me to peep that (Ayy)
Just know I'm ready to put one in your dome, nigga, believe that (Yeah, yeah)
He was a big dog, but hе turned into a rat (Damn)
She was skinny-minny, but that booty done got fat (Damn)
I was dеad broke, but now I'm having them rizacks
Bought a mansion by the water just so I can go relax (Dolph)
Can I leave a million at your house and you won't touch it? (Huh?)
Is you around for the money or do you really love me? (Huh?)
I left the Wock' at the house, man, tonight we drinkin' bubbly (Ace)
Run up if you want, it's gon' get ugly

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)

[Verse 2: PaperRoute Woo]
Yeah, he a nobody (A nobody)
Say you put in work, but I don't know 'bout it (I don't know 'bout it)
Rock a show then sell a 'bow, nigga, what you know about it? (What you know about it?)
All my diamonds crystal clear, lil' nigga, your shit partly cloudy (Partly cloudy)
And I'll slime a nigga out for real, ain't no doubt about it (Yeah, yeah, ain't no doubt about it)
Pulled up Hellcat, fuck an Audi (Fuck an Audi)
Took a hit, didn't do no power (Do no power)
Shoot first, I ain't with that mouthing (With that mouthing)
Shake off, I don't know nothing about it (Nothing about it)
What you know about going house to house sleeping on niggas' couches? (Yeah, on niggas' couches)
Yeah, while niggas flexing for the 'Gram (Flexing for the 'Gram)
Say you having, but you are not taking care of the fam' (Lame-ass nigga)
I don't fuck with pork no more, but I still got that ham (Yeah)
Spend a forty with the plug, remember I used to buy grams (Yeah, grams)
And I'm having in real life, nigga, not just on the 'Gram (On God)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Damn, okay)

[Verse 3: Snupe Bandz]
I can't trust a nigga or a bitch, that's how it is, yeah (Nah)
You can't get your feelings involved when you chasing mills, yeah (For real)
I was in the trap for real before I signed my deal, yeah
Now a nigga rap hustling, no more vacuum seals, yeah (No more)
Yeah, I'm on the road, I'm finna blow (Yeah)
Yeah, I know these niggas envy me, so I can't trust a soul (Nah)
Gotta keep this Glock in tuck, these niggas hate me on the low (On gang)
They gon' smile in your face 'cause niggas scared to let it show (Let it show)
Don't put your trust up in a ho, these bitches ain't shit, they dick to dick (To dick)
I can't trust none of these hoes, I'll burn their head clutching my stick (Glocky)
Yeah, one hand on my Glock and the other hand on her wig (Her wig)
Put this dick in your mouth, shut up ho, swallow my kids (Kids)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody, damn)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody, on God)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah, for real)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)