lirik lagu lil yachty – i dont trust my bitch / old red
part i:
you in a drought!
i don’t trust my b~tch
e~ever
n~gga, you don’t love your baby mama, n~gga, you love me, b~tch! (huh, huh, yeah)
i don’t trust my b~tch
she don’t trust me either
booted up in the bed, she was geeked up on sativa
d~mn, b~tch, you a diva
hide all my jewelry when i go to sleep at night cause
i don’t trust my b~tch
i don’t trust no b~tch
n~gga, i don’t trust you either, n~gga, or these slime ass b~tches, you a p~ssy ass n~gga (ever)
i don’t even trust these b~tches i’m with, n~gga
you a broke ass, lil’ d~ck ass n~gga (yeah, yeah)
the f~ck? (go)
b~tch can’t get my last
b~tches mad at me ’cause i won’t pay cash for ass
‘leventh grade, sellin’ hydrocodones in class
look like a regular bl!ck, you press this b~tton, it’s gon’ blast (flrrt!)
i’ve never seen my b~tch house
made a b~tch come to me every time
peanut, i need all them phones
sticks and stones might break my bones, that’s why i keep chrome
i dropped a b~tch off right in the kitchen
so many plays on the phone, start glitchin’
“he say, she say,” bullsh~t
came back to me one~hundred percent fiction
patek phillipe, never had me a nixon
i fell in love with a video vixen
i never go to sleep in front my b~tches
trust in the process, believe in the vision
part ii:
i got a thick b~tch poppin’ off 2 valiums
halfway sleep while slidin’
this b~tch think i’m childish
put my foot on her head, and her back like goblin
i need an old school ’64
ride around town, mac~10 on my right hip
back in my days, all the glocks had a long clip
back in my, back in my, back in my, back in my
back on my old b~tch, spinnin’ the curb
off of the syrup, i’m slurrin’ my words
fill my ‘script, my b~tch like percs
i’m with draft day, we don’t f~ck with you nerds
i was 18 with a dub in my jeans
muslim lil’ b~tch like to call me, “kareem”
[?], i just popped me a bean
[?] in my hand, i’ma [?] like [?]
reckless as h~ll, put my foot on her head
jump on that b~tch like an old trampoline
really too rich, my new b~tch is a fiend
pretty as h~ll, she in love with bottega
come to the ‘crete, gotta meet the omega
concrete boys, we the new takers
[?] gon’ give him h~ll
brand new brick, brand new bale
hear y’all just came up an m
hmm, really? i can’t tell
still, free all of my brims
still, molly in my timb’s
still, six hoes on my line
treat them just like sims
let’s flip a coin for your b~tch, like a kickoff
she wanna f~ck me, she takin’ my rick off
upset as h~ll, gotta go get this sh~t off
might drop the top on the east, let the stick off
posted outside had to get me a~
i had to get me a fit off
really too rich, i had got me assistants
got me two sisters, suck on my pickle
snuck in the club with that [?] nickel
f~ckin’ a substitute teacher from brickle
stopped drinkin’ lean, but if p pull up with some old red
sh~t, i might have me a little
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