I can’t believe you because I trust you You are so see through because I love you I fell in love with the drugs and the hustle But I do not need you, so I fuck you
I ran my Gwap up, slide in marauders I keep that Glock up, feds trying to clock up I keep that pole on me everywhere I go I got a bankroll, it ain’t gon fold I’m off too many drugs, and I’m moving slow Got a Gucci belt on me, it hold up my pole I’m rocking designer from head to toe I’m fucking your bitch, she ain’t gon ever come home Oh, I tote a poll, if you ain’t know Trapping with bro, count all this dough These niggas be broke, these bitch be hoes Might cop me an O, and flip it and go
I can’t believe you because I trust you You are so see through because I love you I fell in love with the drugs and the hustle But I do not need you, so I fuck you