No No No

yeah yeah
I can't trust these b**ches
no no no no (no) no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no (no) no
I can't trust these b**ches
(no) no no no no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no (no)
First thing's first I can't trust none of these niggas
Act like they your partner but they really in they feelings
Tell they ass a secret they gon' tell somebody else
Bought to grab their Glock 17 right off the shelf
Think I ain't gon' pull it
I ain't seeing bullets
Strapped up with that hoodie
motherf**king Boogie
Lying to your homie man I thought I was your homie
But your ass is phony
I'm cool by my lonely
I don't need no friends
All I need is bands
All I need is grams
Sitting in the pans
Went to big baller just to see the Rollie dance
Racks looking like I got another pair of pants
I can't trust these b**ches
no no no no (no) no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no (no) no
I can't trust these b**ches
(no) no no no no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no (no)
I got trust issues
If my resume more gangster than your gangster
I can't f**k with you
Got trust issues
Your quarterback always getting sacked
You can't complete your connect don't f**k with you
Can't hustle with you
cause my money look funny
Me and my niggas gon' rumble with you
Girl wassup with you
If your make up caked up and weave stink
I can't f**k with you
Damn they talk behind my back
Borrow all my straps
I just showed 'em love
Fronted work and gave up racks
This song come with the racks
Like Curren$y grabbing some money stacks
My past is full of facts
While OT wrote this hook like that
I can't trust these b**ches
no no no no (oh oh) no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no (oh oh) no
I can't trust these b**ches
no no no no no no (no) no
I can't trust these pussy ass niggas
no no no (no) no no no