[Intro: Yung Tory]
Can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself
Can't trust no n***a, can't trust no bitch, can't trust myself

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
Can’t trust no n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a, 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