Can't You (feat. 107 Kyng Slayer)

She a, she a bad bitch, I dive in New flow, unlocked it, always bitting She don't wanna FaceTime, okay, Skype then She a boy eater I know that she like Ken All these niggas sad, going out weird Little kids, on ya mind, Chris Hansen is here Call that boy Lil Boom, the way he move choppa sweep the floor with a nigga, I let it boom Smoke a nigga like pop, I'ma shake the room yelling "perks" in the store, you must be a fool I can't trust these hoes no more Not feeling safe, go lock the door Make a voicemail, yes, I'm sure I can't trust, I can't trust I can't trust you, I can't trust you Shorty people changing all their colors like the Jackson Quick like a million Saying that they lit while they smiling Chuckling, you know that they lying Ready to hunt you at your weak like a wolf or a lion I don't got time, but I'm still on that timing with this grinding Chips could be down, but I still keep on fighting Like I'm chillin' at Devil Gin, straight outta Tekken Biggest talker in the room, don't make shit shake People coming to you just to get a cut of the cake Look, listen and then let's rap and listen Do less talking, more watching and listening I guarantee you snakes up in this grass Slithering, hissing, coiling, moving and striking When you get stabbed in the back, it's never the stab It's the one doing the stabbing that hurts I can't trust these hoes no more Not feeling safe, go lock the door Make a voicemail, yes, I'm sure I can't trust, I can't trust I can't trust you, I can't trust you