YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Trust Issues Lyrics

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I've been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me

Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumped
Extra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me one
Throw one curve and I'm sendin' somethin'
Baby, I'm a real gangster, 'til I find another one
I live in the money and I came from nothin'
Won't throw that cash, then give me somethin'
I'm fresh and she like the way I put it on
Hold up, whip it out, I put it on
Bitch bark, I'ma get you niggas gone
Then go platinum on another song
Thug nigga and shorty be fuckin' with me
I ain't givin' no fuck 'bout a nigga
She ain't nothin' like me, she be fuckin' with them niggas
Every time she around, it's tension
Pop with no prescription, heaven time, I pop my shit
These pussy niggas mimic, on they neck, each seconds, minutes
Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy, bitch, goin' off stuck, let's get it
They around with these dirty bitches, might wanna fuck every nigga with me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I've been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me

Want some, take some, shoot that stick and break somethin'
Stop this bitch, then face somethin'
Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'
With that ass, she stayin' in
She gon' make me pass, I seen money, hungry
Beat it, man, he seen me, better not run up on it
3D out the pint sand, I might cop out three out from 'em
Boo'd off, it's not Santan, he might tell the Rudolph on 'em
From his bend, we wave to cross him, 3-8, we'll shootouts on him
Bitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public home
Dirty bitch won't come up off my line, that mean she fuckin' homie
I don't give no fuck 'bout homie, bitch, I just don't want you on me
I'm in that North, I'm strapped with choppers, how the fuck they found me?
She got me tatted, but takin' dick, one solid way to down me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I've been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me