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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
PaperRoute Woo
PaperRoute Woo
Vocals
Snupe Bandz
Snupe Bandz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Bradley Brandon
Bradley Brandon
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Terrance Baker
Terrance Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Doughboy Beatz
Doughboy Beatz
Producer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't put nothin' past none of these niggas (let the BandPlay) Man, I couldn't trust a bitch if I wanted to Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nah) All 'em skraps, and you ain't never shot at nobody (damn) I got 30 racks a piece in all four pockets (yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shoppin' (damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (okay) Jumped up out the bed, grabbed my pistol, told her, "I'll be back" (uh) I just keep pounds at the house, nah, that ain't where I sleep at (nah) Niggas showin' fake love, it ain't hard for me to peep that (ayy) Just know I'm ready to put one in your dome, nigga, believe that (yeah, yeah) He was a big dog, but he turned into a rat (damn) She was skinny-minny, but that booty done got fat (damn) I was dead broke, but now I'm havin' 'em rizacks Bought a mansion by the water just so I can go relax (Dolph) Can I leave a million at your house and you won't touch it? (Huh?) Is you around for the money, or do you really love me? (Huh?) I left the Wock' at the house, man, tonight we drinkin' bubbly (ace) Run up if you want, it's gon' get ugly Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nah) All 'em skraps, and you ain't never shot at nobody (damn) I got 30 racks a piece in all four pockets (yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shoppin' (damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (okay) Yeah, he a nobody (a nobody), say you put in work, but I don't know 'bout it (I don't know 'bout it) Rock a show then sell a 'bow, nigga, what you know about it? (What you know about it?) All my diamonds crystal clear, lil' nigga, your shit partly cloudy (partly cloudy) And I'll slime a nigga out for real, ain't no doubt about it (yeah-yeah, ain't no doubt about it) Pulled up Hellcat, fuck an Audi (fuck an Audi), took a hit, didn't do no power (do no power) Shoot first, I ain't with that mouthin' (with that mouthin'), shake off, I don't know nothin' about it (nothin' about it) What you know about goin' house to house, sleepin' on niggas' couches? (Yeah, on niggas' couches) Yeah, while niggas flexin' for the 'Gram (flexin' for the 'Gram) Say you havin', but you are not takin' care of the fam' (lame-ass nigga) I don't fuck with pork no more, but I still got that ham (yeah) Spend a 40 with the plug, remember I used to buy grams (yeah, grams) And I'm havin' in real life, nigga, not just on the 'Gram (on God) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nah) All 'em skraps, and you ain't never shot at nobody (damn) I got 30 racks a piece in all four pockets (yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shoppin' (damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (damn, okay) I can't trust a nigga or a bitch, that's how it is, yeah (nah) You can't get your feelings involved when you chasin' mills, yeah (for real) I was in the trap for real before I signed my deal, yeah Now a nigga rap hustlin', no more vacuum seals, yeah (no more) Yeah, I'm on the road, I'm finna blow (yeah) Yeah, I know these niggas envy me, so I can't trust a soul (nah) Gotta keep this Glock in tuck, these niggas hate me on the low (on gang) They gon' smile in your face 'cause niggas scared to let it show (let it show) Don't put your trust up in a ho, these bitches ain't shit, they dick to dick (to dick) I can't trust none of these hoes, I'll burn their head clutchin' my stick (Glocky) Yeah, one hand on my Glock and the other hand on her wig (her wig) Put this dick in your mouth, shut up ho, swallow my kids (kids) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody, damn) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody, on God) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nobody) Trust nobody (nah, for real) All 'em skraps, and you ain't never shot at nobody (damn) I got 30 racks a piece in all four pockets (yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shoppin' (damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (okay)
Writer(s): Krishon Obrien Gaines, Bradley Brandon, Adolph Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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