[Intro: NIKKO]
(The Crimson Chin)
(Yeah, gang, hey, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus: NIKKO]
I can't trust no fucking man (Ayy)
I can't trust no fucking bitch (Ayy)
I don't got no fucking friends (Why?)
'Cause my choppa ate 'em
[Verse 1: NIKKO]
Stitches on your mouth, don't want no lip
I'm outside, just wanna rip
Bitch, both my wrists look fucking sick
Slip pattern for the drip, disc shattered from the kick
[Chorus: NIKKO]
I can't trust no fucking man (Ayy)
I can't trust no fucking bitch (Ayy)
I don't got no fucking friends (Why?)
'Cause my choppa ate 'em (Ah)
[Verse 2: Kill Dyll]
If you're two years old, can't give a fuck, can't trust a fucking soul
I'll put a bullet through a fucker I don't trust, don't want see 'em old
I'll put a hollow through your grandma if she acting really bold
I'll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fucking swole
Dyll is crazy like a heart attack
Pop a vein inside my motherfucking neck
All these fuckers really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than just a couple pests
I'm the best with the pesticides, insecticide
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like, what am I doing? I know I'm flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake, all foes, I'll break all toes, you motherfuckers lame
I put a fucker talking shit right down the motherfucking range
Fuck you, I can't trust you, 'cause you fuckers sounds the same (Ayy)
Fuck you, I can't trust you, 'cause you always passing blame
(The Crimson Chin)
(Yeah, gang, hey, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus: NIKKO]
I can't trust no fucking man (Ayy)
I can't trust no fucking bitch (Ayy)
I don't got no fucking friends (Why?)
'Cause my choppa ate 'em
[Verse 1: NIKKO]
Stitches on your mouth, don't want no lip
I'm outside, just wanna rip
Bitch, both my wrists look fucking sick
Slip pattern for the drip, disc shattered from the kick
[Chorus: NIKKO]
I can't trust no fucking man (Ayy)
I can't trust no fucking bitch (Ayy)
I don't got no fucking friends (Why?)
'Cause my choppa ate 'em (Ah)
[Verse 2: Kill Dyll]
If you're two years old, can't give a fuck, can't trust a fucking soul
I'll put a bullet through a fucker I don't trust, don't want see 'em old
I'll put a hollow through your grandma if she acting really bold
I'll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fucking swole
Dyll is crazy like a heart attack
Pop a vein inside my motherfucking neck
All these fuckers really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than just a couple pests
I'm the best with the pesticides, insecticide
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like, what am I doing? I know I'm flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake, all foes, I'll break all toes, you motherfuckers lame
I put a fucker talking shit right down the motherfucking range
Fuck you, I can't trust you, 'cause you fuckers sounds the same (Ayy)
Fuck you, I can't trust you, 'cause you always passing blame
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