No No No

I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No
First thing first I can’t trust none of these niggas
Act like they’re your partner but they really in they feelings
Tell they ass a secret they gon' tell somebody else
Bout to grab that Glock 17 right off the shelf
Think I ain’t gon' pull it, now he seeing bullets
Strapped up with that hoodie, motherfucking bully
Lying to your homie man I thought I was your homie?
But your ass is phony
I’m cool by my lonely
I don’t need no friends
All I need is bands
All I need is grams
Sitting in the pan
Went to Ben Baller just to see the Rollie dance
Racks looking like I got another pair of pants
I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No
I got trust issues
My resume more gangster than your gangster then I can’t fuck with you
I got trust issues
Your quarterback always getting sacked
Your play incomplete your connect don’t fuck with you
I can’t hustle with you
Cause my money looking funny
Me and my niggahs gon' rumble with you
Girl wassup with you?
If your make up, caked up and weave stink I can’t fuck with you
Damn they talk behind my back
Borrow all my straps
I just showed 'em, love
Fronted work and gave up racks
This song come with the
Like currency grabbing some money stacks
My past is full of facts
Why O.T. wrote this hook like that
I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these bitches
No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No
I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas
No-No-No, No, No-No-No