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Listen to Trust - Single by Fivio Foreign
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz
Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz
Songwriter
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AXL BEATS
AXL BEATS
Producer
Non Native
Non Native
Recording Engineer
Bordeaux
Bordeaux
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

AXL (uh) Not like y'all and you're not like us (no cap) Gun, I trust (baow) Gun, I trust (baow) Uh, let's do it, uh (baow) Not like y'all and you're not like us (uh, yeah, baow) We not like y'all, you're not like us (nah) In the gun, I trust (baow), uh I'ma come right up Gotta watch the shooters 'cause they might bust (grrt, baow), huh (baow) War (war), everybody on the floor (baow) We don't knock, we shoot through the door (brrt) We give a fuck who the King of New York (baow) I say what I mean when I talk (huh) The hood ain't showin' no remorse (baow) Gunfights in the hall (baow) Bullets goin' through the walls (uh, baow) My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah We catch the bitch on all fours See 'em, we on 'em (huh) They do what I taught 'еm We crossed evеry T and we dot every I And we watched every corner, look We meet at home Said she gon' know that I'ma go when I call in the morning (uh) And niggas know, I always come in the morning None of my niggas is mournin', uh (ayy, baow) One up (one up), scorin' (scorin') Shot good (shot good), Jordan (Jordan) Ballin' (ballin') And we could put diamonds in our crosses (ayy) You see what happen when they cross us? Losses (huh), they takin' losses (huh) I turn my niggas into bosses They think I made it out If bro do a hit, I'ma pay him out Look at what they allow He never set up, he get bailed out (baow) Free JayDee out the jailhouse I can't wait until he sail out He need a pack, I send the mail out He need a pack, I send the mail out We not like y'all, you're not like us (Nah) In the gun, I trust (baow), uh I'ma come right up Gotta watch the shooters 'cause they might bust (grrt, baow), huh (baow) War (war), everybody on the floor (baow) We don't knock, we shoot through the door (brrt) We give a fuck who the King of New York (baow) I say what I mean when I talk (huh) The hood ain't showin' no remorse (uh) Gunfights in the hall (baow) Bullets goin' through the walls (uh, baow) My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah We catch the bitch on all fours
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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