Trust No One

G. West yall already know im next Big 303 shit Me and my niggas we came from Crumbs We aint have shit no one gave us nun We was in the jungle trynna get sum In the hood slanging and toting Drums Just another day of living Free my brother out the Motherfuckin prison And these snakes always hiding and Hissing Ion be hearing shit these niggas Must be dissing All my niggas hopping back in Loading up them macs and them Fucking tens Young niggas with them straps and Them timbs Hang with my fucking opps you can Die with them F*ck it why need the media when i Start trends Why f*ck with y'all when y'all don't Get bread Yall ain't banging shit i know y'all Talking to the feds Aye aye aye aye Now this bitch blowing up my phone Phone Used that bitch to have ya wanna be Ass gone Bitch crossed you for some bread call It a pawn Damn Gave her money and dick like a Fucking dog Beating niggas down call it monday Night raw All through the week even till Friday Night smackdown All my niggas know how it is when We get down Ya aye aye Just be careful who you trust Trust Most of these bitches aint real they Just fuss Fuss You aint on that thug shit boy you Fotta adjust Adjust Cant trust no one so keeping a glock Is a must F*ck nigga try robbing me he gone Get bussed Your favorite rapper is a bitch he's on Angel dust Aye aye aye aye aye All my niggas sliding down blocks Making shit hot cuz these niggas Wanted hotspot Hot hot Hot like the sun and they scary ass Put on sunblock Hot hot Bussing it down and niggas Hate cuz i got hella guap Been focused on Dreams running up a bag But you niggas follow me Chasing the wrong sack Uhh bitches see im different Nigga i dont gotta brag Twist you up in pack Pack Thats what bro said nigga thats a fact Fact Y'all niggas aint doing match yall Subtract Your selling your soul signing that Contract Y'all niggas dont think before you React Give me respect bitch give me eye Contact Spitting this real shit is gone make a Impact Im a natural nigga bitch f*ck a Artifact Nigga want a feature nigga thats a Rack Rack Y'all want the ball to bad nigga i'm Durant F*ck on your mom and she love how I do that Making my own waves nigga ion Need a durag I dont You denver niggas the same yall too Packed Too packed And these denver ched niggas just too sad Too sad And these hoes look up to me like Theyre dad Asking for sum bread you a duck nigga Quack Aye aye Just be careful who you trust Most of these bitches ain't real they Just fuss You ain't on that thug shit boy you Gotta adjust Cant trust no one so keeping a glock Is a must F*ck nigga try robbing me he gone Get bussed Your favorite rapper is a bitch he's on Angel dust Aye aye aye aye aye