Trust a Soul Ralfy the Plug & Lou Gram

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, Thrax, let me get one more)

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Waitin' on this motherfuckin' bag 'bout to touch
Off the drank, just put a three-five in my blunt (Wock', ooh, shit)
My eyes gettin' stick
And my bitch Crip with the four-five on tuck
Yeah, I'm 'bout a bale, me and my niggas fightin' over sales
Tryna get my cuz back home, he in and out of jail
Tryna get the trap back goin', this bitch dry as hell
Since the pandemic, niggas really ain't got shit to sell (Nah)
Snitchers ain't snitchers no more, they ain't even got shit to tell
Niggas start off racin', now they finished, man, that shit the real
But I don't miss a meal, I go get this shit for real
Swear to God, if I'm lyin', Jesus, come and get the wheel

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul