No Trust Warhol.SS
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[Intro]
No trust, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah (Plugg!)
Trust no bitch, uh
I can't trust no bitch (Nigga!)
Nah, nah, uh
Y'all some pussy, aye, pussy
Aye, aye (Fuck, yeah)
[Chorus]
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick, I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick, niggas counterfeits
I be sonning shit, two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents, quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch, watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy, I can't compare, I be ballin' Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce, yeah, I see you lost
[Verse]
(Plugg!)
Hunnid' cash in this black Number (N)ines
Six bitches on me work that shit back to a nine
Nine, nine, work at two or nine
You think she a ten? She can't touch a five
Buddy circled past, lobster with the shrimp all I eat is fly (Plugg!)
Niggas tweakin' he be cappin' like he wanna die
I got plenty shooters posted when he come outside
32 my only crew these others niggas fried (Nigga!)
Bust a jug, bussin' jugs through your hood, uh
I'm that border on these blocks, understood this
I ain't new to this, this I'm true to this, he on foolish shit
Get popped around my way
Niggas bodied everyday, I bag up more like Cash Clay
Bag up more like Frito-Lay, yeah
I need them chips, yeah, shanty on my wrist
Yellow diamond piss she gon' clean all on my dick
No trust, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah (Plugg!)
Trust no bitch, uh
I can't trust no bitch (Nigga!)
Nah, nah, uh
Y'all some pussy, aye, pussy
Aye, aye (Fuck, yeah)
[Chorus]
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick, I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick, niggas counterfeits
I be sonning shit, two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents, quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch, watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy, I can't compare, I be ballin' Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce, yeah, I see you lost
[Verse]
(Plugg!)
Hunnid' cash in this black Number (N)ines
Six bitches on me work that shit back to a nine
Nine, nine, work at two or nine
You think she a ten? She can't touch a five
Buddy circled past, lobster with the shrimp all I eat is fly (Plugg!)
Niggas tweakin' he be cappin' like he wanna die
I got plenty shooters posted when he come outside
32 my only crew these others niggas fried (Nigga!)
Bust a jug, bussin' jugs through your hood, uh
I'm that border on these blocks, understood this
I ain't new to this, this I'm true to this, he on foolish shit
Get popped around my way
Niggas bodied everyday, I bag up more like Cash Clay
Bag up more like Frito-Lay, yeah
I need them chips, yeah, shanty on my wrist
Yellow diamond piss she gon' clean all on my dick
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