Who Can I Trust?

[Chorus]
She-she wanna play with the pussy on facetime
She get to touching her waistline
And this bitch will snort up a damn line
For the price, I'll do the damn crime
For the white, she do it all
Dirty dancing all over my Glock
I was dead, yeah, I was popped (Fuck you eli)
On the rail, like Tony Hawk
Down bad, down with the bucks
Been there, I can't get lost
We'll have to stab him up
SRT is enough
[?]
10K on a crutch

[Verse]
Leave his Honda in the dust
Pop a perc I don't give a fuck
And these niggas think I'm clutz
I walk in the function like who can I trust?
And my pockets on swole, like they ate a peanut
She say I'm cold, just like the season
He don't even know who his bitch is pleasing
I'm a hot boy, nigga, hotter than a demon

She wanna step in some YSL
If we fuck baby you can't tell
Who can I trust, I cannot tell
Pockets fat just like Adele
Pockets fat like DJ Khal'
Hit his ass with the .50 cal'
Split his ass we ain't doing no math
Just got some percs in the mail
They say I'm fake cus I'm blowing up
He want some smoke, he going up
Look at the bank, its going up
Mixing the hard drugs with the cup
I don't even fuck with this song no more
Stupid ass nigga I don't know him
Know who the *sniff*
[?]

[Chorus]
She wanna play with the pussy on facetime
She get to touching her waistline
And this bitch snort up a damn line
For the price I'll do the damn crime
For the white she do it all
Dirty dancing all over my Glock
I was dead yeah I was popped (Fuck you eli)
On the rail like Tony Hawk
Down bad down with the bucks
Been there I can't get lost
We'll have to stab him up
SRT is enough
[?]
10K on a clutch