Letras

[Verse 1]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
[Verse 2]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
[Verse 3]
My trust gyal, you're mad
I don't even trust my mother
Let alone trust a gyal, that's bad, fin up in pit like Brad
I don't even trust my father, and that's my dad (My papa)
I don't even trust my brother, it's sound of sad (Wow)
I ain't got no sis, if I did, wouldn't trust that bitch (Nope)
This generation fucked, you know what gyal do nowadays for dick? (No shame)
And make gyal take fool (Hey, Digga, just cool)
(Ay, nah, but Reubs) That's who I made **** hold this tool
You got him on Snap and him on Snap, don't get me in that Snap (Yeah, yeah)
Matter of fact, give me that phone, you ain't gettin' it back
Come like you wan' see man use this wap
If youts roll up and I turn them pack
You gon' stand up in court and snitch, and ain't nobody got time for that
[Verse 4]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
[Verse 5]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
[Verse 6]
Start seein' music money (Yeah) and man start movin' funny (Yeah)
If he starts movin' bunny, I beg someone move him from me
If I shoot that yout then boot, everyone gon' call me the bad guy (Big man ting)
I got PTSD from when I got chinged, yo, look at my bad eye (Pree it)
Yuh nuh see how it lazy? (Wow)
We mek him slide and three weeks later, the man come back and him snake me (Pussy dem)
Dawg, you eva hear 'bout that ting named karma? (Yeah)
Di man put a man pon me, Digga D? (Wow)
(Yo, Reubs) The man shoulda been way smarter
'Cause he got (****) back worse, way worse, walkin' duppy (Ching, ching)
Forty-three (****), it weren't child's play when bro got Chucky (It weren't)
I don't trust you lot, but when this tune drops, trust me (Trust me)
You'd probably get touched again by then cuh we keep it funky
[Verse 7]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
[Verse 8]
I don't even trust (****), why would I trust a (****)?
(Never ever, never ever)
I don't even trust myself, why would I trust a friend?
(It's whatever, it's whatever)
I don't even trust a shank, when I cheffed up (****), bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer, but I still don't trust this skeng
(Big Beretta, big Beretta)
Written by: Hritik Pattni, Rhys Herbert, Sean Gardener
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