[Intro: Reem Riches & YG]
Chyeah
Mustard on the beat ho!
[Chorus: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself, nigga
[Verse 1: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I hope you niggas get signed and get shelved
Fuck you, fuck your family, go to hell
Free all my real niggas out the cell
Talk shit, I’m at yo door like man
ATM, fuck you, that’s how I feel
They say my mouth might get me killed
I’m still alive though, I say what I feel
I’m in the field with some killas and some drug dealers
Like a valet to don, I’m just a thug nigga
I popped a pill, bitch nigga might trip out
Try the 9 millie and ya boy you break back
These snitches pinch me, taught me how you back
Smile in yo face, this the life of the rap game
All homies turn on you and they actin lame
All homies turn on you and they act lame
That’s a damn shame
Make me wanna knock nigga south like Sugga Shane
Mosby, you niggas phony
So called homies, that’s why I ride lonely
Chyeah
Mustard on the beat ho!
[Chorus: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself, nigga
[Verse 1: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I hope you niggas get signed and get shelved
Fuck you, fuck your family, go to hell
Free all my real niggas out the cell
Talk shit, I’m at yo door like man
ATM, fuck you, that’s how I feel
They say my mouth might get me killed
I’m still alive though, I say what I feel
I’m in the field with some killas and some drug dealers
Like a valet to don, I’m just a thug nigga
I popped a pill, bitch nigga might trip out
Try the 9 millie and ya boy you break back
These snitches pinch me, taught me how you back
Smile in yo face, this the life of the rap game
All homies turn on you and they actin lame
All homies turn on you and they act lame
That’s a damn shame
Make me wanna knock nigga south like Sugga Shane
Mosby, you niggas phony
So called homies, that’s why I ride lonely
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