Can’t Trust Her Gucci Mane (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her pantyhose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way I handle hoes
All my hoes got bitches too
All my guns come with extensions
Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush is still Guwop cologne
I smell like five pounds of strong
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I hit decline
And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too
My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof