Trust Issues

[Intro] Where we at? Bo Jackson What else? Let’s get it [Verse 1] Gritting in the trap, I was catching pops Supposed to been at school, I was at the spot Gettin' off the sacks, stacking up the tops Stepping on the food, burning down the Za Hood kicked the corner, turning up the block Tuck the Sig Sauer, thirty in the Glick 'Nother body found, murder was the plot Twenty-six a blue, thirty for the brick First of the month, Third through the Fifth On the Hell Block burning up the strip Pouring up the Tris, Glock 23 Generation four poking out my hip Pussy nigga tender as a sirloin Merging calls on the cell in thе joint Bonafide with the pills in Des Moinеs Double die, heads or tails, flip a coin Told them catch me on the flip side Get my own money, I don't dick ride With your thot somewhere on the Westside Breaking down a half a block of mixed jive Where we at with it? [Chorus] I don't trust shit but my Skeletor What you think this Glock 27 for? This shit way deeper than a metaphor We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more Cut the heron with a Euro step Tryna see how much that I can sell it for Where we at with it? Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours Fenced in, inside a closed cell Behind them stone walls and them metal doors Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more What you think this Glock 27 for? 'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor I got trust issues [Verse 2] Brodie got the striggy Seen more bricks than the third little piggy Keep a wood full of potpourri If you niggas down with O.P.P All my killers, they repeat offenders Fuck the skillet, I'ma need a blender Work cleaner than some common cleanser Shout O.T. with ki's in the fender First time I ever served Marty I was transacting through a third party Way he keep pushing up the nose bridge on 'em I can tell that them his first Cartis We can see that that's his first chain I was trafficking North M-39 before the work came Baby sit in church to work on my mind, I'm a bird brain Graduated from the third lane to the H-O-V Why they hate on me? Taking all day, said I'm on my way But the yay so good that they gon' wait on me Smack a four way, it can take a E Violated probat', I'ma take the plea Told my bae that anything the judge give me Over two, don't even wait on me Where we at? [Chorus] I don't trust shit but my Skeletor What you think this Glock 27 for? This shit way deeper than a metaphor We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more Cut the heron with a Euro step Tryna see how much that I can sell it for Where we at with it? Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours Fenced in, inside a closed cell Behind them stone walls and them metal doors Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more What you think this Glock 27 for? 'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor I got trust issues