[Intro: FBG Cash & FBG Young]
Shout out to the gang (What up?)
Let's get it (Number 3, what up, man?)
St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence villains (GoDumb, GoDumb)
I got Young in this bitch with me (Bitch, we go dumb), I got FBG Duck in here
And like, we on the plane right now (It's YoungGoDumb)
So high in the clouds, man, we can't even see you lil' n***as (Ayy, what up, bro?)
Let's get it (Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
Number 9, I see you, broski; Wooski
Shout out to the gang (GoDumb, GoDumb)

[Chorus: FBG Cash]
We from St. Lawrence, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us
And if you with the other side, you get fucked up
You get fucked up, you get fucked up
We some St. Lawrence villains, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us
I got Young and Duck with me, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
Don't trust none of my n***as (Boom), thеy don't play fair (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Walk through my hood and I will put you in a wheelchair
We don't trust you n***as 'cause you know we catchin' bodiеs
You tattletale n***a, heard snitchin' was your hobby
And we don't trust you n***as, so we always alarmed
You was snitchin' on the case, so we nicknamed you Nicky Barnes
You was gettin' money, but you told, now you Alpo
I'll jack you for your lunch money like I'm Malvo
Word around town Chris was a snitch
He even told on his bitch, now everybody hates Chris
Snitchin' on the gang, best believe that's gon' cost ya
Fuckin' with these boys, we will put you in a coffin
Bitch, I'm Dale Mob, R.I.P. Dale
Lost my son to gunfire, R.I.P. Trell
Now I can't trust you n***as 'cause I know these n***as frail
Shit is [?] so don't open his mail
This one's for the guys, everybody hold your cups up (Boom)
We some St. Lawrence villains, n***a, don't trust us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: FBG Cash & FBG Duck]
We from St. Lawrence, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us
And if you with the other side, you get fucked up
You get fucked up, you get fucked up
We some St. Lawrence villains, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us
I got Young and Duck with me, don't trust us (St. Lawrence)
Don't trust us, don't trust us

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
The ones you think real (Heh?), them the ones be fake (Let's get it)
The n***as you think your homies (What?), them the ones be snakes (Let's go)
I'm Scarface, you wanna play? (Wanna play?)
Okay (Okay), what you say? (Let's get it)
Grab the eight, grab the 'K, run up a n***a place, give me everything in your safe
I'm with it, he ain't (He ain't)
I'm coolin' where it ain't safe (St. Lawrence)
If a n***a wanna walk through my hood, then his shoes better be laced (St. Lawrence)
I go hard, he can't (He can't)
I'm in the zoo with them apes (Them apes)
Them heaters sprayin' like Mace (Brrah), so my shooter might catch a case (Boom)
Only real n***as relate (Relate)
To the type of shit that I say (Heh?)
Number 2, he dumpin' lead, so fuck n***a, don't get erased (Free Dutchie)
St. Lawrence my block (My block)
For St. Lawrence, I send shots (Boom)
You fuck around with St. Lawrence and you fuck around and get shot (St. Lawrence)
When y'all n***as hear shots (Shots), y'all run to the cops (Whoop)
When St. Lawrence hear shots, we run to the block to grab them Glocks (Let's get it)
We'll cut a n***a like Baraka (Baraka)
I done shocked the world like I'm Blanka (Blanka)
I got guns like Contras (Contras)
All my n***as, they monsters (Rrr)
They like, "Duck, where ya been?" (Where ya been?)
I left and came back again
On tracks again, rappin' fast again, soundin' like a MAC-10 (Brrat)
Since a lot of n***as like actin'
When them guns get to clappin', "Action!" (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch goin', she chew my balls like Pac-Man (L's)
[Chorus: FBG Cash & FBG Young]
We from St. Lawrence, don't trust us
Don't trust us, don't trust us
And if you with the other side, you get fucked up
You get fucked up, you get fucked up
We some St. Lawrence villains, don't trust us
Don't trust us (Yeah, yeah), don't trust us (Yeah)
I got Young and Duck with me (Uh-huh), don't trust us (Uh-huh)
Don't trust us (Yeah), don't trust us (GoDumb)

[Verse 3: FBG Young]
Don't trust us, don't trust me (At all)
Sleepin' on me, I probably dumped your homie (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Nin'-thing, extendo, I keep it on me (No lackin')
Ridin' through my hood's a no-no, that shit Odee
I got jumped, but it's straight, came right back with the eight
Bend his blocks, let off shots, you know it's Murder gang
He a ho and I know it, seened it all in his face
DOA, ain't no need for a doctor, he gettin' erased (Dead)
I feel like BT 'cause I'm bossin' shit (Bossin', I'm bossin')
Diesel my peoples, we ballin', bitch (Ballin', we ballin')
Stovetop, my hitters hot, they be offin' shit (What? We on it)
Told Wooski, "Grab the .40," closed coffin it (Get on it)
N***as want beef, so I'ma put it on their tray
Got 'em duckin' like limbo, shots comin', andalé
All I know is get cake, every day my birthday
Talkin' all crazy, it's gon' end the hearse way
[Outro: FBG Young]
Yeah, shout out to my plug, man
U-Haulin' them keys
I just bought some bigger Gs
Shout out to my enemies