I can’t trust no nigga, fuck a friend, I can’t trust a soul, and I’m standing 10 behind myself cause I know I won’t fold, I can’t put trust in bitches buck a roll them hoes gone go. I been turnt up to the max im getting my bag right onna low, I can’t sit around and wait I’m going to get it hit the road. Come back and flood the streets, I swear I’m putting the city on, it’s just me and my big bro im setting these picks assist and roll, if want me come and get me buddy show me what you on, give af if it’s 10 years from now you dying about them poles, and these bitches think they slick these bitches fucking onna low, only bout some paper if it ain’t bout dust then I can’t go, it’s a 8 inside this motor Mobil try me gotta go, I can’t lay up wit no bitch I’m tryna get lit off these phones, early morning they start calling what you got I get em gone, never lack , you try to snatch lil bitch I’m dying about these phones. Bummy how I used to be now I stay putting that shit on Watch me take of, traction of, this a V8 this bitch gone slide, and yo bitch right next to me you know she love the way I drive, she like turning up, I turnt her up, I had to get her live, I’m gone e-break these corners baby that’s juss how I drive.!! Niggas know that I’m that nigga, paper up so they gone hide. Inna the winter we stack up, but inna summer get outside. I can’t trust no nigga or no bitch that love shit be a lie, and I keep loosing my people that shit hurt but I can’t cry, ima keep running up buckers, ain’t gone lie that shit a vibe, want a bitch, don’t press a bitch, juss buck a roll and get on live, need a bitch that’s inna crib can’t trust no bitch that be outside. Need my bitch so hard to reach, if that ain’t you, you not my vibe. Want a bitch that keep it real wit me, don’t want no bitch that lie. Want a bitch that go and get the bag, don’t want one that want mine.