letra de tru$t no bitch - 42$wag$
(verse)
yah, collect to the carty
do you want know whom i’m floppin’?
i don’t listen to that
ur music are cr-p, it’s no rappin’, it’s just cryin’, (yah)
i love my babe, we both in same boat
my broski don’t talk a sh-t, ur stupids are broke, broke, broke, broke
cr-p, trap, shawty can’t standin’ your trap
give a props to 21 savage, i do b-st-rds a damage
i’m counting my money
i work too much my relatives proudin’
in my gang we are all equal
we have some rules rules
don’t offend peaceful people
clean the block wit the broom broom
(hook)
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust no b-tch
i can’t extendo
my babe, loves her peach
i turn into the ghost, though
i’ll to float, though
and let my shorty no go
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust no b-tch
i can’t extendo
my babe, loves her peach
i turn into the ghost, though
i’ll to float, though
and let my shorty no go
(verse: devil boy)
my heart is so cold i can’t trust no b-tch, (no)
loyalty with my n-ggas cause we got a visionar trip, (yeah)
got protect my soul with a extraordinary drip, (drip)
i cannot lose i got a different pick, (yeah)
if it’s not to make money boy we can’t meet
i have to blow in music like a dynamite
i’m a young trapper n-gga, (n-gga)
i can’t stop i have to die a lit
b-tch i’m so f-ckin tired, (yeah)
now is my moment i don’t do sh-ts for clout
spent more time working so i receive a lot
my spirit strays alive when i spit words into the mic
42$wag$ just released always on my block
i don’t care for sh-t opinions
broh i’m hungry to win
i think you better get out my vision, (get out my vision, yeah)
let’s keep our heads up to the sky
don’t give up sh-ts happen all the time
the idea is to shine more than a star
be a trap influence and reach so f-ckin far, (yeah)
keep your vibe on fire
no matter what they say just keep on fire
f-ck fake n-ggas and clout
i just wanna brohs there i can trust
(hook)
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust n0body
trust no b-tch
(verse: rbee)
i’m rbee, yeah, yeah!
told my mama i’m gonna make this money no rest rictions
all my homies with the glock on a mission
go get the bag doctor, told me my prescription
i was done, i’m the man out the trenches
pray to god for his grace and mercy, amen
i’m on the watch every night ain’t sleepin’
steady hustle make a n-gga keep on winnin’
now i’m a star all these haters gon see it
ain’t got no money, no luxury
all day mama keep on praying for me
i know her prayers gon follow me
i know her prayers gon follow me
(outro: rbee)
yeah, all this n-ggas not study me
i’m so secret, put scent on me
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