[Hook]
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here snitching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These b*tches [?] riches
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
My main n*ggas switching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here b*tches
I don't trust a soul
[Verse 1]
It's a cold game and when main ones be the same ones doing the switching up
And your main ones be the first one when you get on they gonna stick you up
That's why I'm ridn' around with that hammer tucked
Swerving through them back streets
Pourn' lean till I can't breathe
Tracksuit no athlete
BG, yeah that's my team
And I don't f*ck with n*ggas who wanna f*ck with me
And I don't trust a n*gga who don't grow up with me, talk behind my back but not in front of me
When I see you Imma let the Glock talk
When you see me I like a [?]
[?]
When you answer your phone it ain't talk sh*t
You can't hit my blunt your breath smell like sh*t
Trippn' off Xans and some other sh*t
I ain't shake your hand, I'm no f*cking b*tch
Saw you n*ggas fall off over a f*cking b*tch
I just bailed off I hit another lick
My phone ringing that's just another zip
I just killed a pint I need more sips
[?] I'm back on my bullsh*t
[Hook]
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here snitching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These b*tches [?] riches
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
My main n*ggas switching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here b*tches
I don't trust a soul
[Verse 2]
These last couple days I've been through sh*t
f*cked around, fell off my b*tch
[?]
But when he get back to the cash we gonna get
Stressed out cause I ain't tried to pay a rent
f*cked around spent my money with my fake friends
Learned my lesson won't do that again
BG n*gga I ain't f*cking with ya
I don't even drink but I'm about to bust a n*gga
All these n*ggas I'm killing minus well call me killer
Got some dogs on the leash and they ready for dinner
Pull up in a new thang and the windows tinted
That's a bad b*tch pop out, Hilary Clinton
I'm ten toes down you [?]
You will see it in my face that my palms are itching
n*gga going so hungry like his dog is missing
These n*ggas run they mouths and they all b*tches
Hopping back in the mall and they all switching
f*ck hating that b*tch on the stands
f*ck the police and their damn children
Mob life, that's what we living
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
And if your f*cking with me then your f*cking with the team
And BG n*ggas killing for me
[Hook]
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here snitching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These b*tches [?] riches
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
My main n*ggas switching
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust a soul
These n*ggas out here b*tches
I don't trust a soul