trust nobody lyrics

[Intro]
Only way I wanted to be up is if you would be my side (DJ)
And now I'm gon' really have to say see ya, 'cause to me you really just died
Your mom dropped me off that day, I was hella high and I wasn't okay
Get so mad, you could catch my fade
But I don't really know if you'd really catch that fade, no?

[Verse]
Ayy, friends be fake and friends be bogus, you can't trust no one
And I know everybody thought I wouldn't notice, but
Yeah, I really f*cking notice, bruh, what you really gotta say? Uh-huh
Fake friends in my past life and I'm knowing they was the closest
That b*tch wasn't worth it, wasn't worth me and you know it
Maybe that's just a sentence that I madе up 'cause I'm coping
And ever sincе I got backstabbed, yeah, I've never been so open
Took a rip out the bong, bruh, at your house and it was potent
Everyday when I wake up, I just think about that moment
To be honest, I don't want you dead
Never wanted you dead in the first place
I really cried over you and that dumb b*tch, man
This sh*t give me heartaches
Only way I wanted to be up is if you would be my side
And now I'm gon' really have to say see ya, 'cause to me you really just died
Your mom dropped me off that day, I was hella high and I wasn't okay
Get so mad, you could catch my fade
But I don't really know if you'd really catch that fade, no, no?
Got too much bands all up on me and I'm tryna post up all at the party
And I know you took that Molly with pressed Xans
And you got it from Barbie, that dumbass fan tryna larp me
Told his ass, don't ever go call me, tell your b*tch don't taunt me
She in my TikTok comments and caught me
I pull up to the mall and you saw me
Please don't tell me that your ass gon' drop me
Don't care about b*tch, she just a copy, all in the trap and I got it like Lawsy
Like Lawsy, Ayy
Cooking in this b*tch like my name Chef
She tryna talk, but I'm not impressed, everyday I wake, feel less
She wanna f*ck, but I'm just so pressed, can't get sh*t off my chest
Everyday I wake up, can't rest even if your b*tch wanna text
Even if I make more every year and your ass making less
Even if I'm still winning and I got bread on top of bread
Even when I got them guns and straps to protect myself with lead
I'm tryna f*ck on my friend, let's do Xans, let's get chill, Prozac
I'm tryna get bills, I got my fans that kill for me, I cannot heal
Suck me up, pipe me up, I got bands, run me up
Suck me up, pipe me up, I got bands, run me up