Tru$t No b#tch Lyrics – 42$wag$

Tru$t No b#tch Lyrics by 42$wag$

(Verse)
Yah, collect to the carty
Do you want know whom I’m floppin’?
I don’t listen to that

Ur music are crap, 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
Crap, trap, shawty can’t standin’ your trap

Give a props to 21 Savage, I do b#stards 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 nobody
Trust nobody
Trust nobody
Trust nobody

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 nobody
Trust nobody

Trust nobody
Trust nobody
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#gg#s 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#gg#, (n#gg#)

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
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#gg#s and clout
I just wanna brohs there I can trust

(Hook)
Trust nobody
Trust nobody
Trust nobody

Trust nobody
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#gg# 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#gg#s not study me
I’m so secret, put scent on me
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Tru$t No b#tch