Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bans
Yung Bans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vas Coleman
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I got so many enemies, aye
If I die today, is you gon' remember me? Yeah
Go and get it or get got, that ain't sin to me, yeah
I done seen a lot, product of these streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't put my trust in you, huh
I can't put my trust in you
[Verse 3]
That glock come dark skin
Caught a case, I was locked in
Street shit, I was locked in
Came from them apartments
Gotta watch, you plottin', 'cause **** flodgin'
Bullets, we dodgin', gotta take precautions
What you gon' do when you run out of money?
What you gon' do when you can't serve a junkie?
Asked you once, "Do you really love me?"
Know you a snake 'cause you snaked your cousin
I take drugs, prescription, how you love them ****?
Durkio too official, we ain't into it with ****
Them statements got your initials, I can't get caught with pistols
Undercover agents, they was shoppin' with you
I take a lot to get to, I take a lot to get to
[Verse 4]
This shit ain't new to me, the streets ain't foolin' me
This shit ain't new to me, the streets ain't foolin' me
This shit ain't new to me, the streets ain't foolin' me
This shit ain't new to me, the streets ain't foolin' me
Hundred thousand all hundreds, young **** been thuggin'
I been juggin', not juggin', came straight out the gutter
Pussy **** with money, they get on my fuckin' nerves
Leave that bullshit for the birds, in a hotbox gettin' curved
Mama told me, I ain't learn, had to do that on my own
Ridin' with that fuckin' chrome, this is why I wrote this song
I ain't even write this song, swear this shit straight off the dome
Put the chrome to your dome, send your pussy **** home
[Verse 5]
Hmm, aye, yeah, I got so many enemies, aye
If I die today, is you gon' remember me? Yeah
Go and get it or get got, that ain't sin to me, yeah
I done seen a lot, product of these streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't put my trust in you, huh
I can't put my trust in you
[Verse 6]
Coffins, get some coffins (Coffins)
I'm tired of hearing all this talkin' (Tired)
Chalk in, get the chalk in
My dogs gon' bite, they ain't just barkin' (Yeah)
Can't trust her based off what she would do for a Birkin (Hell nah)
She from the hood, her cousin jackboy puttin' work in
When she met me, tried to tell me she a virgin (Me, cap)
Knew she was lyin' as soon as I seen her twerk it (Twerk twerk, yeah)
And catch the ones from the sky (Work work, yeah)
I know that look in her eyes (I know)
Since my first milli', I don't who I can trust, dawg (Yeah)
Feels like lately all my loose ties gettin' cut off (Yeah)
Ain't tryna fuck lately, I'm tellin' bitches fuck off (Yeah)
Workin' hard, never dependin' on no luck, dawg (Yeah)
Celibate the way I never gave a fuck, dawg
[Verse 7]
Aye, yeah, I got so many enemies, aye
If I die today, is you gon' remember me? Yeah
Go and get it or get got, that ain't sin to me, yeah
I done seen a lot, product of these streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't put my trust in you, huh
I can't put my trust in you
Written by: Durk Banks, Navraj Singh Goraya, Shane Lindstrom, Vas Coleman
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