(Let the bandplay)
Yeah
Ha

Just because I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (uh-uh)
Everybody 'round me thuggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me druggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no new nigga around me, they say I be buggin' (who that?)
Got racks in the Goyard luggage

If you look the wrong way, I'ma up it (uh)
Give me one reason and I'ma bust it (uh)
Doin' donuts in the double R, fuck it
She look right in my eyes when she suck it (woo)
Bank account fat like Professor Klump, bitches love me like Buddy (Buddy Love)
Lil' mama tell me she love me, then I disappeared all of a sudden

I ain't got time for all that lovey-dovey and shit (hell nah)
I'm a big dog, these lil' niggas still puppies and shit (yeah, yeah)
If Glock said, "Fuck 'em," then it's fuck 'em, VS rocks on my knuckles (clarity)
I just poured up too much drink and now I'm seein' double (uh-huh)

Just 'cause I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (yeah)
Everybody 'round me clutchin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me bustin'
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no hoes around they like, "Glock, you buggin'" (buggin')
These hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (what the fuck?)

I've been sippin' on muddy with my buddy, I ran this shit up with my cousin
Play, then this shit'll get ugly, nigga, trust me, nigga, you don't wanna get dusted
My neck and my wrist flooded, yeah, bitch, flooded, just got a check and cut it
Just looked at this bitch and told that ho that, "You very lucky"

Just because I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (uh-uh)
Everybody 'round me thuggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me druggin' (for real)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no new nigga around me, they say I be buggin' (on god)
Got racks in the Goyard luggage (yeah)
Just 'cause I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (yeah)
Everybody 'round me clutchin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me bustin' (bah)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no hoes around they like, "Glock, you buggin'" (buggin')
These hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

If you look the wrong way, I'ma up it (bah)
Give me one reason and I'ma bust it (yeah)
Doin' donuts in the double R, fuck it (skrrt)
She look right in my eyes when she suck it (woo)
Bank account fat like Professor Klump, bitches love me like Buddy (Buddy Love)
Lil' mama tell me she love me, then I disappeared all of a sudden

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton Jr., Markeyvius Cathey