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letra de no trust - lil rico bandz

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[intro]
(ayy, dj kenn, turn me up, man!)
yeah… (yeah, yeah)
i don’t trust n0body, f-ck a friend
i done seen too many switch, too many fold in the end

[verse 1]
came up from the gutter, had to get it out the mud
had some n-ggas claim they real, but they snakes, that’s on blood
kept a choppa by my side, i ain’t goin’ out like no b-tch
told my mama i’m a savage, i can’t let ‘em take my sh-t
grew up starvin’, had to hustle, i was trappin’ every night
n-ggas said they had my back, but they changed up overnight
had to keep that .40 loaded, case a p-ssy n-gga tried
ain’t no love up in these streets, all i trust is my pipe
f-ck the opps, f-ck thе cops, i been ridin’ with that heat
n-ggas talkin’ like they k!llеrs till they laid out in the street
ain’t no pass, ain’t no peace, we gon’ slide, we gon’ creep
if i catch that n-gga lackin’, best believe he rest in peace

[chorus]
i don’t trust no motherf-ckin’ soul (nah)
n-ggas fake, b-tches switch, that’s just how the game go
i was broke, i was starvin’, had to kick down doors
now these p-ssy-ass n-ggas wanna act like we bros (f-ck no!)
i don’t trust no motherf-ckin’ soul (nah)
see my homie turn snake, now his ass got exposed
i was out in the trenches, had to get it on my own
f-ck a handout, b-tch, i had to hustle for the dough
[verse 2]
told that n-gga he a b-tch, he ain’t never caught a body
talkin’, he ain’t poppin’
all these rappers cappin’ hard, they ain’t never did no drill
when we spin, we don’t miss, b-tch, we out here for the k!ll
i was posted on the block with that work and a glock
had to watch for undercover ‘cause they love to call the cops
ain’t no love in this game, had to learn that sh-t quick
even day-ones turn snake when they see you gettin’ rich
so i keep my circle tight, only trust a few n-ggas
everybody say they solid ‘til you see what’s really in ‘em
i done lost too many homies, i can’t trust another soul
so i stay with that stick, keep it tucked, never fold

[chorus]
i don’t trust no motherf-ckin’ soul (nah)
n-ggas fake, b-tches switch, that’s just how the game go
i was broke, i was starvin’, had to kick down doors
now these p-ssy-ass n-ggas wanna act like we bros (f-ck no!)
i don’t trust no motherf-ckin’ soul (nah)
see my homie turn snake, now his ass got exposed
i was out in the trenches, had to get it on my own
f-ck a handout, b-tch, i had to hustle for the dough

[outro]
yeah… n-gga, that’s just how it is
ain’t no trust out here, you either real or you fake
ain’t no in-between, pick a side, n-gga
dj kenn, run that sh-t back!

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