Yeah yeah yeah

I can't trust these b**ches

No no no no no no no no no

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these b**ches

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

No no no no no no no no

First thing's first I can't trust none of these n***as

Act like they your partner but they really in they feelings

Tell they a** 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 a** 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

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these b**ches

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

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

Oh oh cause my money look funny

Me and my n***as gon' rumble with you

Girl wassup with you

If your make up caked up and weave stink

I can't f**k with you

D**n 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 Curreny 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 no no no no no

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these b**ches

No no no no no no no no

I can't trust these p**sy a** n***as

No no no no no no no no