Can't trust these ****, yea, I can't fuck with these ****

Can't trust these ****, yea, I can't fuck with these ****

Ever since I lost my brother, I've been thinkin' heavy, bout this shit, we really out the guttas

Now we really, came from nothin, **** didn't know we struggled, now we back, countin' hunnids

Bout 50, sumn, I'ma stunt on these ****, I'ma shine on these bitches, like I made it out the tunnel, wrist bust down

Flooded all these ****, they disgusted, cause I'm out here, gettin' some,like

Armani, bag, filled with them racks, my baby Armonie, she ride around with stacks, mm

My sweater came from Paris, France

When I was in school, I was high off my ass, mm

Bitch, I made more than a teacher in one day, I'm just gon' fuck up a bag

These **** got fomo like I ain't give a chance

These ****, they hatin' wanna get like Mac, huh, uh

Can't trust these ****, and I done bought my own gun, we can cook them like dinner, mm-mm

Can't fuck with these ****, I'm pissin, I'm holdin' this shit on these ****, mm-mm

Can't trust these ****, can't fuck with these ****, if I had to, pull the trigger, mm-mm

Can't trust these ****, mm-mm, can't fuck with these ****, mm-mm

My big cousin Matt, I surpassed his ass, now he wanna get on with Mac, uh

Blood don't mean, shit to me, I ain't fuckin' with **** that don't fuck with Mac, mm, uh

This shit a fact, ain't no more features, I don't fuck with that, uh

Unky made me wanna rap, he passed me that gas, I might pour up some red, uh

Bitch, I'm 05 and that's stamped, pocket so deep, I can fit 20 bands, mm, uh

We got em gassed, **** been mad cuz they all came in last, mm, mm

This a mismatch, go get you a bag, we ain't bumpin' that trash, whoo, uh

Call me lil bro, ooh, ooh, we gon' show one for sho'