Fake rain all over you,
hate rain all over you,
hate rain all over
Smiling faces,
sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that hurts women
Can you take a-
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
I've been on the cold,
comfort my toes But I still stuck to the cold
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Taking my pollen out, FNN and now
Take me anywhere, I'm taking over the trap I see the Red Club, with Grant Cartier
Popping the real pill,
higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much pill,
I give a bitch chills Took out a small bill,
make out a whole strip
You need a weed fill,
I get it back and still Came from the east side,
she was on detail
purchasing new Chanel I need a refill.
Strikers and Trey house riding a V12.
I peep the Mood,
I peep the Intel.
Get it tripping, I got these shells.
In your Metro, don't trust me, don't trust me.
We don't trust you,
niggas, we don't.
I don't trust no motherfucking body.
We don't trust you, niggas, we don't.
We don't, we don't, we don't trust you We
don't trust you niggas, we don't,
we don't
trust you niggas, we don't Smiling faces,
your low traces,
of the evil that makes living
You a nigga number one fan,
dog Sneak, listen, don't understand,
dog Pillow talking, acting like a fed dog I don't need another fake friend,
dog Can't be bout a hoe cause I'm sharing dog Ain't your feelings nigga why you paying dog
Give her back shots while she laying down Keep the clock cock on trust hoe
Top shot her going for the gusto Like a real dog out of mud hoes
Get the low you a John Doe Bump a lot of Benz on a hoe
Rapping so pretend you a hoe Nine figure nigga tackle toe
Ain't no tapping in better blow Charter poppin' hills where they blessed
Fancy a couple of L's on my chest Ain't no sabotaging look for next
We was in the field placing bets Still getting chills in my flesh
Taking karma, turn it to success They're afraid they put on that list
20 drivers parked at the J Whipped the Phantom to the Pride Jet
The Preformers on the local fest
The Performers on the local fest The Performers on the local fest
We don't trust you niggas,
we don't Smiling faces
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
Pretend to be your friend
We don't trust you,
we don't trust you no no no
Trust is a motherfucker...
Oh no trust Barsides is a hoe.