Hip-Hop/Rap
!!! (Don't Know Who To Trust)
by Key Glock
Release Date:
2021-11-05
Lyrics
[ Intro]
Uh, it's cool
Yeah, ayy
[ Chorus ]
My auntie died in her sleep, yeah, that shit ****ed me up
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust and I still don't give a ****
[Verse]
These niggas know what's up, these bitches know what's up
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, but they know I can't cuff (Uh - uh)
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, they just good for some ****ing (Uh-huh)
I'm hood rich, livin' luxury, I made it out the jungle (bitch)
I made it out the gutter, jumped up off the porch straight thuggin' (Thuggin')
****, yeah, I ran it up, before this shit got ugly (bitch)
And I got some young niggas they hotter than an oven (Hot, hot)
Don't make me push that button, uh, rest in peace lil' buddy (R.I.P)
I don't give a **** about nothin' (Uh-uh), shit, I don't even **** with my cousin (Yeah)
Shout out to my momma, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah, I'm a bad mother****er, got a hammer on me, can't touch this
Ayy, shout out to my momma, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah, I'm still that lil' bad mother****er, they still hatin' on me, I'm like what for? (Huh? The ****?)
What for (Huh?), what for (Huh?), what for? (Huh?)
Ayy, why these niggas hatin' on the kid? Because my racks got big? (Racks)
Because I'm still ****ing on this bitch? Because I got six whips?
Or because I got six watches to go right along with that shit? (Yeah)
Bitch, I be poppin' my shit (Yeah), bitch, I be poppin' my shit (Yeah)
These lil' rappers copy my shit (Haha), it look like a hitting list
I'm still tryna get another M, still tryna put a baby up in Karin
Yeah, I still got a lot a little shit I did and I still keep the steel right here on my hip (Bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm still gettin' rich, uh, bitch I'm still gettin' rich
I'm a smooth lil' nigga, I'm silk
Ayy, and I still don't show no symp' (Uh -uh)
My granny ain't raise no wimp (Uh- uh), and my grandaddy ain't play this shit (Uh-uh)
I made my first hundred, I was smilin' like Rip
But this shit got rich and I ball above the rim (And I ball above the rim)
[Chorus ]
My auntie died in her sleep, yeah that shit ****ed me up
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust and I still don't give a ****
[Outro]
I don't give a ****!
Nigga, yeah
