Warhol.SS - No Trust lyrics
[Warhol.SS - No Trust lyrics]
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick
I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick
Niggas counterfeit's i be sonning shit
Two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents
Quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy I can't compare, I be ballin' Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce yeah I see you lost
Hunnid' cash in this black Number (N) ines
Six bitches on me work that
Shit back to a nine
Nine, nine, work at two or nine
You think she a ten? She can't touch a five
Buddy circled past
Lobster with the shrimp all I eat is fly
Niggas tweakin' he be cappin
Like he wanna die
I got plenty shooters posted
When he come outside
32 my only crew these others niggas fried
Bust a jug, bussin jugs through your hood, uh
I'm that border on these
Blocks understood this
I ain't new to this, this I'm true to this
He on foolish shit get popped around my way
Niggas bodied everyday I bag up
More like Cash Clay
Bag up more like Frito-Lay, yeah
I need them chips yeah, shanty on my wrist
Yellow diamond piss she gon' clean
All on my dick
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick
I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick
Niggas counterfeit's i be sonning shit
Two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents
Quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy I can't compare, I boss up like Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce yeah I see you lost
Bitch, bitch yeah I see you lost
Yeah I see you lost
Money flippin' somersault guap somersault
Yeah, gang
I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick
Niggas counterfeit's i be sonning shit
Two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents
Quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy I can't compare, I be ballin' Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce yeah I see you lost
Hunnid' cash in this black Number (N) ines
Six bitches on me work that
Shit back to a nine
Nine, nine, work at two or nine
You think she a ten? She can't touch a five
Buddy circled past
Lobster with the shrimp all I eat is fly
Niggas tweakin' he be cappin
Like he wanna die
I got plenty shooters posted
When he come outside
32 my only crew these others niggas fried
Bust a jug, bussin jugs through your hood, uh
I'm that border on these
Blocks understood this
I ain't new to this, this I'm true to this
He on foolish shit get popped around my way
Niggas bodied everyday I bag up
More like Cash Clay
Bag up more like Frito-Lay, yeah
I need them chips yeah, shanty on my wrist
Yellow diamond piss she gon' clean
All on my dick
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick
I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick
Niggas counterfeit's i be sonning shit
Two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents
Quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy I can't compare, I boss up like Ross
Niggas stealin' sauce yeah I see you lost
Bitch, bitch yeah I see you lost
Yeah I see you lost
Money flippin' somersault guap somersault
Yeah, gang