Letra de Trust Issues - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Timmy Da HitMan)

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh

Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues

I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'

Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em

I'm tryna bring a fan with me

And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh

Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumped

Extra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me one

Throw one curve and I'm sendin' somethin'

Baby, I'm a real gangster, tell her find another one

I live in the mountain and I came from nothin'

Wan' throw that cat, then give me some

I'm fresh and she like the way I put it on

Hold up, whip it out, I put it on her

Bitch bark, I'ma get you niggas gone

Then go platinum on another song

Thug nigga and shorty be fuckin' with me, I ain't givin' no fuck 'bout a nigga

She ain't nothin' like me, she be fuckin' with them niggas, every time she around, it's tension

Popped with no prescription

Every time I pop my shit, these pussy niggas mimic

On they neck, each second, minute

Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy

Bitch, go, now start, let's get it

Done ridin' with these dirty bitches

Might wan' fuck every nigga with me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh

Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues

I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'

Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em

I'm tryna bring a fan with me

And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh

Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

Want somethin', take somethin'

Shoot that stick, then break somethin'

Stop this bitch, then face somethin'

Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'

With that ass, she stuntin'

She gon' make me pass, I see she money hungry

BD nothin', he see me, better not run up on me

33 got the pint sent, I might cop 'bout three of 'em from 'em

Boot off X, not Santan, he might turn to Rudolph on 'em

From this Ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shootouts on it

Bitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public homin'

Dirty bitch won't come up off me, lyin' to me, she fuckin' homie

I don't give no fuck 'bout homie, bitch, I just don't want you 'round me

I'm in that North, I'm strapped with choppers, how the fuck they found me?

She got me tatted, but takin' dick, one solid way to die on me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh

Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues

I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'

Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em

I'm tryna bring a fan with me

And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh

Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

(Timmy Da HitMan)

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