Can’t Trust

Album cover art for "Can’t Trust" by J Neat & Castro (USA) & Yung Tory

J Neat & Castro (USA) & Yung Tory - Rap, Drill

Can’t Trust

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[Intro: Yung Tory] Can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself Can't trust no nigga, can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself [Chorus: Yung Tory] Can't trust no nigga, can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself I ain't got no heart, I ain't got no love, there ain't nothing left And I know I ain't perfect but I try my best And trapping wasn't working so I tried something else Gang, gang with me don't need no one else And I only smoke top shelf Life is Gucci but I got Louie on my belt I ain't taking no more L's Hey roll up the L [Verse: J Neat] I'm in my bag like a Birkin, uh Wipe down gang they going lurking Foreign whip it's German, uh I got top and then I curved it, uh It's J neat they know it Like a fan the Glizzy blowing Know the plug it get imported Pop a perc and now shе going Gang, gang with me wet ,em up Couplе bitches set him up Barber shop line him up Penalty that's 1 on 1 We was trapping out the slums Tryna turn nothing to something Ain't no band, got sticks and drums Louboutins I drip for fun I got blood on Air Force 1's I can't tell a nigga nothing Ain't no trust like where'd it go I can tell a friend or foe Who you see when times get hard? Won't trip 'cause I played my part No love, Moneybagg you played Trap still jumping like Blake [Verse: Castro] Still high off them yapps , like I took a trip with NASA Took that nigga ho', just got some dome but I ain't smash her Now that Sarah's what's her name could care less I ain't ask her At the very least got 3 ho's with me feel like Santa Thor with the hammer, it spark like lighting He a little boy we gon' make a ho' line him Every single diamond bitting like Tyson Foreign whip, fuck a suspended license 13's calling Zack & Cody So much codeine, pray I don't OD Treat the rollie like my trophy If I breach then I'm going OT I don't leave the crib without my stick on me, like I got bad knees Had to tote the blick, under my jeans tryna hide the magazine I pray God forgive for my sins, swear I'm just tryna win [Chorus: Yung Tory] Can't trust no nigga, can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself I ain't got no heart, I ain't got no love, there ain't nothing left And I know I ain't perfect but I try my best And trapping wasn't working so I tried something else Gang, gang with me don't need no one else And I only smoke top shelf Life is Gucci but I got Louie on my belt I ain't taking no more L's Hey roll up the L

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Credits

Writers
  • Yung Tory
  • CASTO
  • J Neat