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Trust Me

 

Trust Me

(album: GANGIN - 2018)


Motherfucka with that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to get on me, bitch
Motherfucka with that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to...

Lil' nigga in this mothafucka nigga, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, cause a young nigga getting bands now

I'm getting bands now, I'm the man now
Would have copped two but they ran out
Two bad bitches and they stand out
In this motherfucka with the Glock on me
And I wish a nigga would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh with the Glock how we pop forty
I remember we was sliding in the Civic
Broke niggas take tabs while you listening
Had to get it at the foot had to kick shit
Young shit like the Grinch Stole Christmas (broke bitch)
Lil' nigga, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death with that sentence
I'll slide down your dress with that big shit
Take deck with the chop how we kick flips

Lil' nigga in this mothafucka nigga, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, cause a young nigga getting bands now

A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click niggas clack
Really give a fuck about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap
Tired of those buckets, now it's six of the lot
Niggas slide through, twenty-six for the Glock
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the bitch for a dime, now the bitch wanna stalk
Uh, drop bail at the bitch, young nigga Mo drop bail now I'm rich
And I just dropped on a loft
Get your ass out the way, with the drop of a car
It's a banger after banger, yeah we done it again
Fuck your bitch from the back, now I'm fucking her friend
Nigga speaking on my name, so I'm plugging his mans
On some cold weather shit, you niggas ducking the fan

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