[Intro]
I wanna sing y'all a brand new song I just wrote called, "Don't Trust Them New N***as Over There"
Sing along if you know the words
Ah-ah-ahem, a-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Don't trust them new n***as over there
Leaving they n***a essence in the air
Them happy, nappy head n***as with their fingers on the trigger, don't trust them new n***as over there
(I get my work from the narco)
Shit, you know what's going on
Don't trust them new n***as over there
For real

[Verse 1]
Put this mud in your cup, let your mind race
Take these shots full of lead, not Bombay
"Just breathe," the last words that his mom said
Did he die? I told him, yeah, lil' John Wesley
The flu flammer, I'm a millionaire, crime pays
Silly opps, should've killed you up at John Mayer
No longer, but he living, no John Deere
Who fled the scene in a poncho? That's John Doe
A hundred pounds on a PJ, I'm Ralo
.223s, don't you ever get too macho
Every time I sprint a lap, I left nachos
That's Chip Skylark in the Frito van, parked up, you know the truth
[Chorus]
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, "Don't you ever trust n***as"
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, "Don't you ever trust n***as"

[Refrain]
'Cause n***as is broke, 'cause n***as is conniving
'Cause n***as'll take your last if they can't go outside with you
'Cause n***as is greedy, n***as wanna be on TV
'Cause n***as want everything you got, but won't feed you
These n***as is broke, these n***as conniving
These n***as'll take your last if they can't go outside with you
These n***as is greedy, these n***as wanna be on TV
These n***as want everything you got, but won't feed you

[Verse 2]
I don't need new friends, I don't meet new n***as
All these n***as see-through, I can peep right through 'em
Put the beatbox on him, made him sing like Tory
I don't trust you, don't gotta trust me, but I'ma warn you
[Outro]
Shit, n***a
Don't trust them new n***as over there
Shit, for real
She selling n***s up on OnlyFans (Shit, you never know why these n***as mad, n***a mad 'cause his bitch on me, man)
How many dudes can control that anger? (Shit, n***a, how many n***as you seen get chipped over hoes?)
They wanna move, what you on right now? (Shit, I got all the dough right now, I'll give you a smack)
7.62s on my phoneline ringing (Yeah, think I'm not shifty, I'll blow one of you stupid-ass n***as)
We take his mask off, I know that n***a (Shit, it be the n***as you closest to that tryna backdoor you)
Family and news using throwback pictures (Shit, damn, where all that n***a tattoos go?)
Don't trust them new n***as (I don't know that n***a, you keep that)
For real, mm
I don't trust them new n***as over there, n***a (I don't)
Shit, I don't trust them old n***as over there, n***a, I don't trust none of these n***as (Over there)
N***as are not to be trusted
N***as are slimy, conniving, n***a (You know the truth)
You know the truth