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