[Intro](Timmy Da HitMan)[Chorus]Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huhGrew up on the dark side, I got trust issuesI 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, yeahKeep that bag on meI got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'emI'm tryna bring a fan with meAnd I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uhDrinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it[Verse 1]Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumpedExtra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me oneThrow one curve and I'm sendin' somethin'Baby, I'm a real gangster, tell her find another oneI live in the mountain and I came from nothin'Wan' throw that cat, then give mе someI'm fresh and she likе the way I put it onHold up, whip it out, I put it on herBitch bark, I'ma get you niggas goneThen go platinum on another songThug nigga and shorty be fuckin' with me, I ain't givin' no fuck 'bout a niggaShe ain't nothin' like me, she be fuckin' with them niggas, every time she around, it's tensionPopped with no prescriptionEvery time I pop my shit, these pussy niggas mimicOn they neck, each second, minuteTry some shit, I shoot that glizzyBitch, go, now start, let's get itDone ridin' with these dirty bitchesMight wan' fuck every nigga with me[Chorus]Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huhGrew up on the dark side, I got trust issuesI 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, yeahKeep that bag on meI got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'emI'm tryna bring a fan with meAnd I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uhDrinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it[Verse 2]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 hungryBD nothin', he see me, better not run up on me33 got the pint sent, I might cop 'bout three of 'em from 'emBoot off X, not Santan, he might turn to Rudolph on 'emFrom this Ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shootouts on itBitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public homin'Dirty bitch won't come up off me, lyin' to me, she fuckin' homieI don't give no fuck 'bout homie, bitch, I just don't want you 'round meI'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[Chorus]Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huhGrew up on the dark side, I got trust issuesI 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, yeahKeep that bag on meI got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'emI'm tryna bring a fan with meAnd I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uhDrinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it[Outro](Timmy Da HitMan)
