Young Cash
Trust Issues
[Hook]
One day n***as gone learn not to f**k with me
The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a f**k n***a
F**k n***a, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust n***as
You only got one life to live, might as well turn up n***a

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Better duck n***a, unless you got a bulletproof truck n***a
Cause you the only one throwing money in the club
You the only one that’s gone be stuck n***a
Your a** out of luck n***a, tryna stunt but you’re stunting too much n***a
And my face just way too pretty
So I ain’t tryna punch n***as
What’s up n***a?
Everything cool right now but it could go left
So I don’t trust n***as, no n***as, I don’t even trust myself
It get deeper, mama said y’all n***as don’t give a f**k till the crew hot
And I believe her
One of these days you n***as gonna try to take me out like 2Pac

[Hook]
One day n***as gone learn not to f**k with me
The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a f**k n***a
F**k n***a, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust n***as
You only got one life to live, might as well turn up n***a
[Verse 2: Young Cash]
I done laid in a n***as bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights
Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my sh*t byke(back)
I got trust issues, I don’t f**k with you, n***a might be them federals
So I serve a n***a then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check at Follies
[?] n***a on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole
Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon
On the couch sitting there like it’s legal
And no n***a, I am no Migo
I’m a Florida n***a and you can get your issue
And I don’t even trust you n***as in my dreams
So you know a n***a still sleeping with the pistol
Like that!

[Hook]
One day n***as gone learn not to f**k with me
The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a f**k n***a
F**k n***a, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust n***as
You only got one life to live, might as well turn up n***a

[Verse 3: Sean Jay]
I’m ahead of my time, and everybody late
Ain’t nobody real, everybody fake
I’m a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi
Smoke can't stand me, Ludacris hate me
Nappy Boy sh*t, we make bread
Cut a n***a off like T-Pain’s dreads
If Cash don’t like you, I don’t f**k with you
99 percent of these boys f**k n***as
And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay
On the low they probably f**k n***as
And that’s where you lost me
Before I trust n***as I’d rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby
Two words for you, blucka! blucka!
Clique tighter than pants on Thugger Thugger
Then get robbed, see them killers in the masks
You ain’t on this song, got a bullet for your a** like
[Hook]
One day n***as gone learn not to f**k with me
The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a f**k n***a
F**k n***a, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust n***as
You only got one life to live, might as well turn up n***a