(prod. casio5k)

Lyrics:

Bump this, Bootleg it, Buy it, Steal it
Sell it, Whatever you need to do

And my pinky finger shining
Off them pinky finger diamonds
And they know I had to flaunt it
And they know I had to cop it

Smoke exotic, out my pocket
I don't trust nobody
Up the score, we toppin
I'ma take your BM shopping
Only fuck them bitches
If them bitches look like Fergie
Only wanna run your pockets
If you got them earnings

Pullin' down them curtains
Pull up, pull up, if you certain 
Got that gas, I burn it
I'ma tell these hoes they earned it
Give a fuck about a T-break
Gimmie head, I know they knees break
This shit need a new due date
Fuck up the set, and we killin' the DJ

Got them choppas
Hold it down for me
This bitch never switchin' sides
Yeah, she hold down for me
This bitch sleepin' in my bed
But this not bed and breakfast
Play that hoe like Tetris
Kick that girl right off my schedule

I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't

You don't know nothin' about me
So just schedule interview
Ask me about my favorite food
Before I fuck yo’ bitch, then snooze
I don't give a fuck about your lifestyle
Doin' what you do
Credibility, you lose
When you don't credit my whole crew

Get your ass in here, we takin' photos
Yeah, hold up, who the fuck rollin' up dope
Yeah, we blowin' up, and fizzin’ up, like soda
Yeah, they hoein’ up, I'm wifin’ up my lover

Everybody knockin' down them lights, I shine so bright like
Pop to the party, like fight night
Everyday feel like a motherfuckin’ Friday
Everyone hittin' the left lane
I'ma swerve up, and I'm hittin' the right lane
Smokin' that shit made me act strange
Heavyweight boxer, don't fuck with the
lightweights

Yeah, the finer shit
My bitch just want the finer shit
Wax on, wax off all my diamonds
Mr. Miyagi shit
I don't trust all of you people
Hope that's obvious
Stack up racks, then hit the dash
I hope thats obvious 

I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't, I don't, I don't

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Trust Nobody

im geeked up off these drugs, off these drugs, off these drugs
slatt just poured up mud, yea that mud, yea that mud
bro u not my bud, not my bud, not my bud
im in atl, im posted with my bra
bitch i wont hit ur phone, till i sober up
just got a whole new 4, still i pour it up
i got like 3 damn phones, u still gon blow em up

luv yuh baby i dont need nun
glock on me i bet that im gon bleed sumn
lightskin hoe n her friend bet we have a 3some

pop a pill in ibiza
shooter keep a glock on him, he a rim cleaner
bad bitch n she totin nina
i cant fuck with ur hoe heard that bitch a tresha

im geeked up off these drugs, off these drugs, off these drugs
slatt just poured up mud, yea that mud, yea that mud
bro u not my bud, not my bud, not my bud
im in atl, im posted with my bra
bitch i wont hit ur phone, till i sober up
just got a whole new 4, still i pour it up
i got like 3 damn phones, u still gon blow em up

atl (volta x smoke55)

FUCK ICE (prod . 0pie)

Break (gonzo)

Ada Wong (Prod Jxdenmid)

Krakatoa (Aidanyup)

lookbook w/axcore @8fleurir

Slimey w/ BlastFahmi (prod sey & wayvolt)

blood sacrifice #503

prod Pablo Picassa

I'd have to hell and back just to get over you
When you left me in the cold ian even know what to do 
I drop a perc in my soda bitch i get high off the juice
I'm really feelin like sosa, baby I hate bein sober
And baby we only getting older so come back to me, ho, why is you trollin'
And if there ain't smoke at the spot then you know ian goin'
My life on pause without her, so don't even ask how it's goin'
New ho been lyin' straight to my face I'm already knowin'

I put the 3.5 straight to my face but the wind was blowin
This bitch was easy as fuck so I already knew she was hoein'
I miss the sound of your voice, I miss the sound of you moanin
I miss takin you home, and waking up witchu in the mornin'
It's rainin', bitch, it's pourin'
The opps outside they mournin
I miss waking up to texts from you tellin me "bae good mornin'"
Noddin' off all these pills, you can almost hear me snorin'
Imagine you're all on your own and ain't got nobody supportin'
Well baby that's just where I was
It is what it is know I learned how to love
But I'm still pourin' drop in my cup
The bitch want dick but I ain't tryna fuck 
And now the ho blowin' me up
Shit so whack ho I ain't tryna cuff
And now she wan' call my bluff

I'd have to hell and back just to get over you
When you left me in the cold ian even know what to do 
I drop a perc in my soda bitch i get high off the juice
I'm really feelin like sosa, baby I hate bein sober
And baby we only getting older so come back to me, ho, why is you trollin'
And if there ain't smoke at the spot then you know ian goin'
My life on pause without her, so don't even ask how it's goin'
New ho been lyin' straight to my face I'm already knowin'

Trust Nobody

exitallure (@exitallure)