YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 2 Shows (Can’t Trust) lyrics

I swear to God, I swear to God, on slime
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
I swear to God on everything I love
Two girls, two girls, they
Told-they told me today, they say
"Man, you always mad"
You hear me? M-Montana was talkin' to 'em
But I’m like "Damn" (Winners Circle)
Yeah

Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my
Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls
I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep
Don’t trust these hoes

Yeah, hop in the back and
My pain running deep
Like to stack up that money
Way taller than me
And these niggas be dissin', than me
And I’m never gon' stop 'till
They all be deceased
I could be on the top with
My heart in the streets
I’ma stand on the block with
That Glock in my reach
And I know you don’t love me, you leavin' me
All this lovin' and shit be deceiving me, oh
Not plenty friends, got my shirt tucked
In with a big back end, yeah eh
Got Gucci skin with all my
Men, with a new F-N, yeah eh
If that boy not a slime
He don’t know what I’m sayin'
Got a stick in the back
And it shoot on demand (Brrd)
Got my right or a left, I am one of the men
When I hop out the car
I’ma ask "Whatchu' sayin'?"

Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my
Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls
I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep
Don’t trust these hoes

Shawty sayin' she can heal my
Pain, I cannot see that, oh
Shawty tell me she ain’t got no main
But bitch always wan' go run home
Feelings flowin' out the
I could count every line on top of my ring
I could help you go find yo'
True love and yo' dream
'Cause I’m not the criteria
Know whatchu' mean
Bitch, I’ma real young nigga
Ain’t never gon' settle
I never bow down to nobody
Got that Nawf in my heart and I come out the
But I could put yo' heart in
The palm of my pocket
While we fly on the plane
L could kill everybody
Play with my feelings, I knock off the pilot
(Bah) my love what you want but you
Ran when you got it now the look that I got
Startin' to scare everybody (Fuck)

Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my
Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls
I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep
Don’t trust these hoes
Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my
Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls
I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep
Don’t trust these hoes (No no)