Betta get my guap f*ck nigga
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Bitch Ima boss got sauce finna floss f*ck the cost tryna rob and you takin that loss
Jakes lookin through the alley so the gun got tossed
I be f*ckin all yo hoes cause they think you soft
Had yo ex gimme box no Microsoft
Like the off white sign man the lines got crossed
Put some ice on my neck like Emma Frost
This a moncler coat ion know whatchu thought
Niggas dissin on me stayin with yo mom ok tho
Say you out to get me get some money cause yo stay broke
Bro seen him out in public he blast heat just like volcano
Tried pullin out that knife get red beam on yo chest like Kano
And bitch don't even go there talkin bout you want my rolls
You need to buy some clothes lil bitch yo T-shirt full of holes
You lettin foenem nut in you dumb f*ck y'all ass is broke
Stay talkin bout let's smoke dumb bitch you can't afford to smoke
Let me catch my breath
Like I am finna preach
Failed like half my test
Them bitches could not teach
Cappin in yo raps
Ain't active in the streets
Two hoes in the trap
Gon suck me like a leech
Betta get my guap f*ck nigga
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Where the f*ck you think you goin car got too much turbo
Take a sip you just might die this cup got too much purple
If she wanna f*ck with me I'm hoppin in that circle
Hoes got access to this dick remote is universal
You so low bitch I get high just like the pants on Urkel
Foenem advertise more chickens than a Popeyes commercial
The opps a take these bullets from this uzi my clip eternal
This beat so cold I put some hot shit on it just like a thermal
Me n Ceno tryna cool it man we don't wanna hurt you
My clip hangin past 8 shots like it be skippin it's curfew
Told that hoe just mind yo business my life do not concern you
Watch out when you f*ck these bitches nigga they just might burn you
Moral of the story nigga never trust a soul
Come ridin down my block lil bitch you gotta pay a toll
Ain't got much to discuss yo money short just like a troll
She say my dick my hammer guess it's time to whack some hoes
Yvng AJ - Trust None, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Betta get my guap f*ck nigga
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Bitch Ima boss got sauce finna floss f*ck the cost tryna rob and you takin that loss
Jakes lookin through the alley so the gun got tossed
I be f*ckin all yo hoes cause they think you soft
Had yo ex gimme box no Microsoft
Like the off white sign man the lines got crossed
Put some ice on my neck like Emma Frost
This a moncler coat ion know whatchu thought
Niggas dissin on me stayin with yo mom ok tho
Say you out to get me get some money cause yo stay broke
Bro seen him out in public he blast heat just like volcano
Tried pullin out that knife get red beam on yo chest like Kano
And bitch don't even go there talkin bout you want my rolls
You need to buy some clothes lil bitch yo T-shirt full of holes
You lettin foenem nut in you dumb f*ck y'all ass is broke
Stay talkin bout let's smoke dumb bitch you can't afford to smoke
Let me catch my breath
Like I am finna preach
Failed like half my test
Them bitches could not teach
Cappin in yo raps
Ain't active in the streets
Two hoes in the trap
Gon suck me like a leech
Betta get my guap f*ck nigga
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Where the f*ck you think you goin car got too much turbo
Take a sip you just might die this cup got too much purple
If she wanna f*ck with me I'm hoppin in that circle
Hoes got access to this dick remote is universal
You so low bitch I get high just like the pants on Urkel
Foenem advertise more chickens than a Popeyes commercial
The opps a take these bullets from this uzi my clip eternal
This beat so cold I put some hot shit on it just like a thermal
Me n Ceno tryna cool it man we don't wanna hurt you
My clip hangin past 8 shots like it be skippin it's curfew
Told that hoe just mind yo business my life do not concern you
Watch out when you f*ck these bitches nigga they just might burn you
Moral of the story nigga never trust a soul
Come ridin down my block lil bitch you gotta pay a toll
Ain't got much to discuss yo money short just like a troll
She say my dick my hammer guess it's time to whack some hoes
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Bitch Ima boss got sauce finna floss f*ck the cost tryna rob and you takin that loss
Jakes lookin through the alley so the gun got tossed
I be f*ckin all yo hoes cause they think you soft
Had yo ex gimme box no Microsoft
Like the off white sign man the lines got crossed
Put some ice on my neck like Emma Frost
This a moncler coat ion know whatchu thought
Niggas dissin on me stayin with yo mom ok tho
Say you out to get me get some money cause yo stay broke
Bro seen him out in public he blast heat just like volcano
Tried pullin out that knife get red beam on yo chest like Kano
And bitch don't even go there talkin bout you want my rolls
You need to buy some clothes lil bitch yo T-shirt full of holes
You lettin foenem nut in you dumb f*ck y'all ass is broke
Stay talkin bout let's smoke dumb bitch you can't afford to smoke
Let me catch my breath
Like I am finna preach
Failed like half my test
Them bitches could not teach
Cappin in yo raps
Ain't active in the streets
Two hoes in the trap
Gon suck me like a leech
Betta get my guap f*ck nigga
Ion trust no thot f*ck nigga
Gotta Glock red dot f*ck nigga
No balloon get popped f*ck nigga
I be treatin these niggas a lot
Rifle singin I hope you get shot
Put a 100 round drum in that Glock
We play defense can't come on the block
Tryna roll up the window shoot ten out extendo put smoke through the glass like a bong
Lotta niggas use autotune turn that shit off bet yo weak ass ain't makin a song
Betta stick to that rap shit and put down that ratchet the studio where you belong
I don't gotta work out when I'm smokin on dope it be liftin me up cause it's strong
Where the f*ck you think you goin car got too much turbo
Take a sip you just might die this cup got too much purple
If she wanna f*ck with me I'm hoppin in that circle
Hoes got access to this dick remote is universal
You so low bitch I get high just like the pants on Urkel
Foenem advertise more chickens than a Popeyes commercial
The opps a take these bullets from this uzi my clip eternal
This beat so cold I put some hot shit on it just like a thermal
Me n Ceno tryna cool it man we don't wanna hurt you
My clip hangin past 8 shots like it be skippin it's curfew
Told that hoe just mind yo business my life do not concern you
Watch out when you f*ck these bitches nigga they just might burn you
Moral of the story nigga never trust a soul
Come ridin down my block lil bitch you gotta pay a toll
Ain't got much to discuss yo money short just like a troll
She say my dick my hammer guess it's time to whack some hoes
Writer: Antoine Jones
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