
We Don’t Trust You Future & Metro Boomin
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[Intro: Future, Joe Harris, Billie Rae Calvin & Brenda Joyce Evans]
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (Can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
[Verse 1: Future]
I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole in there, F&N in there
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peeped the mood, dog, I peeped the intel
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (Can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
[Verse 1: Future]
I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole in there, F&N in there
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peeped the mood, dog, I peeped the intel
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells
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