Paper Route Empire - Trust Nobody lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] I don't put nothin' past none of these ni**as (Let the BandPlay) Man, I couldn't trust a b*tch if I wanted to [Chorus: Young Dolph] Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nah) All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn) I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay) [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Jumped up out the bed, grabbed my pistol, told her, "I'll be back"(Uh) I just keep pounds at the house, nah, that ain't where I sleep at (Nah) ni**as showin' fake love, it ain't hard for me to peep that (Ayy) Just know I'm ready to put one in your dome, ni**a, believe that (Yeah, yeah) He was a big dog, but hе turned into a rat (Damn) She was skinny-minny, but that booty done got fat (Damn) I was dеad broke, but now I'm having them rizacks Bought a mansion by the water just so I can go relax (Dolph) Can I leave a million at your house and you won't touch it? (Huh?) Is you around for the money or do you really love me? (Huh?) I left the Wock' at the house, man, tonight we drinkin' bubbly (Ace) Run up if you want, it's gon' get ugly [Chorus: Young Dolph] Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nah) All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn) I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay) [Verse 2: PaperRoute Woo] Yeah, he a nobody (A nobody) Say you put in work, but I don't know 'bout it (I don't know 'bout it) Rock a show then sell a 'bow, ni**a, what you know about it? (What you know about it?) All my diamonds crystal clear, lil' ni**a, your sh*t partly cloudy (Partly cloudy) And I'll slime a ni**a out for real, ain't no doubt about it (Yeah, yeah, ain't no doubt about it) Pulled up Hellcat, fu*k an Audi (fu*k an Audi) Took a hit, didn't do no power (Do no power) Shoot first, I ain't with that mouthing (With that mouthing) Shake off, I don't know nothing about it (Nothing about it) What you know about going house to house sleeping on ni**as' couches? (Yeah, on ni**as' couches) Yeah, while ni**as flexing for the 'Gram (Flexing for the 'Gram) Say you having, but you are not taking care of the fam' (Lame-ass ni**a) I don't fu*k with pork no more, but I still got that ham (Yeah) Spend a forty with the plug, remember I used to buy grams (Yeah, grams) And I'm having in real life, ni**a, not just on the 'Gram (On God) [Chorus: Young Dolph] Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nah) All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn) I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Damn, okay) [Verse 3: Snupe Bandz] I can't trust a ni**a or a b*tch, that's how it is, yeah (Nah) You can't get your feelings involved when you chasing mills, yeah (For real) I was in the trap for real before I signed my deal, yeah Now a ni**a rap hustling, no more vacuum seals, yeah (No more) Yeah, I'm on the road, I'm finna blow (Yeah) Yeah, I know these ni**as envy me, so I can't trust a soul (Nah) Gotta keep this Glock in tuck, these ni**as hate me on the low (On gang) They gon' smile in your face 'cause ni**as scared to let it show (Let it show) Don't put your trust up in a ho, these b*tches ain't sh*t, they dick to dick (To dick) I can't trust none of these hoes, I'll burn their head clutching my stick (Glocky) Yeah, one hand on my Glock and the other hand on her wig (Her wig) Put this dick in your mouth, shut up ho, swallow my kids (Kids) [Chorus: Young Dolph] Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody, damn) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody, on God) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nobody) Trust nobody (Nah, for real) All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn) I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah) I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn) He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)