Lil Jairmy - Trust Nun lyrics

[Intro] (48 Hz) (Al Geno on the track) [Verse 1: EST Gee] How the hell you reup without addin', you still don't make much? Sometimes when you tryna boss up the gang, you take a paycut And I can shoot with both hands, tell me why would I pass this layup? It's easy, bounce back, movin' Fiji for forty-five a peezy Motivate 'em, Jeezy, I ain't have no OG to mislead me But I can't leave the trap alone, the game need me Don't play with Geeski, slimy, snake, sneaky If I feel played today, gone by the evening One hundred We don't need no drop to catch up with him, we go duck huntin' Been fu*kin' her hours off these Pеrcs, I don't feel no nut comin' You told me I ain't low, you got my lo', why you ain't done nothin'? Told lil' bruh he wan' lock in with us, hе gotta slump somethin' [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] I'm sick of ni**as sayin' they hands-on and they ain't touch nothin' Lately, I been ridin' all by myself 'cause I don't trust nothin' Walk in with that FN by my belt, don't gotta tuck nothin' Try me, I'ma shoot your ass to death, I'm tryna slump somethin' Uh, put the trap on jumper cables I'm buyin' all these diamonds for all the times when I wasn't able Put them bricks up on the road, I'm a real paper chaser He was thuggin' and he told, I don't respect these ni**as' gangster [Verse 2: Lil Jairmy] I swear a couple killers owe me favors My lil' homie can't leave the house, he got a monitor on his ankle Mixed emotions, all that pain I felt is turnin' into anger ni**as get killed tryna step 'cause they run right into danger, dog Uh, other than PS5, don't play no games at all Yeah, stickin' to the code, I ain't gon' change at all Bought it soft, now it's hard, it ain't the same at all All these ni**as, they tryna be down, but they ain't gang at all Really important ni**a, I park my whip in the front Every time I roll me one up, tryna stuff a zip in a blunt Codeine sipper, know it's two zips up in every cup Traphouse so ignorant, every day feel like the first of the month [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] I'm sick of ni**as sayin' they hands-on and they ain't touch nothin' Lately, I been ridin' all by myself 'cause I don't trust nothin' Walk in with that FN by my belt, don't gotta tuck nothin' Try me, I'ma shoot your ass to death, I'm tryna slump somethin' Uh, put the trap on jumper cables I'm buyin' all these diamonds for all the times when I wasn't able Put them bricks up on the road, I'm a real paper chaser He was thuggin' and he told, I don't respect these ni**as' gangster