Mil - Don't Trust a Soul lyrics

f** Hey yo Luxurious fly sh** Don't f** with me yo I blow your f**in' head off yo Real sh** [Verse 1] [?] Shot up his whip Left him on the steering wheel slumped Grippin' the pump Shooter was lunching He pulled over and took a bump (sniff) The s6 from selling bricks Top 3's on dice games during trips Megabus [?] out of duct tape Some Supreme homies screaming "f** Bape" (f** 'em!") So Bape homies screaming "f** Supreme"! Laying on the cot it was all a dream Sly Green up in '83 Trey pound no safety My youngins shooting like KD Dope spot all week Same hoodie same jeans Just took a loss in the place It's f**ed up when your fam change I don't trust a motherf**ing soul Expect the sole on my gucci loafers Expect the sole on my gucci loafers Expect the sole on my gucci loafers x2 [Verse 2] Maniac with a gat Shopping cracks in hundred packs Old stove new pot [?] Don't give a f** where we at Broad day hit the n***a Took the mask off The illest n***a in the [?] Known in a couple spots as Nunu 15 hundred my little n***a do you Sniff a lot the n***a turn coo-coo Chopping bricks off like a lulu Supply the whole strip Big chain, your b**h on my dick I don't trust a motherf**ing soul Expect the sole on my gucci loafers Expect the sole on my gucci loafers I dont trust a motherf**ing soul Expect the sole on my gucci loafers f** you n***as I don't trust a motherf**ing soul n***a Fly sh** The illest sh** ever I can't even help myself n***a I am god