Young Cash - Trust Issues lyrics

[Hook] One day n***as gone learn not to f** with me The heater on my side, I'll burn me a f** n***a f** n***a, I got trust issues, I don't really trust n***as You only got one life to live, might as well turn up n***a [Verse 1] Better duck n***a, unless you got a bulletproof truck n***a Cause you the only one throwing money in the club You the only one that's gone be stuck n***a Your a** out of luck n***a, tryna stunt but you're stunting too much n***a And my face just way too pretty So I ain't tryna punch n***as What's up n***a? Everything cool right now but it could go left So I don't trust n***as, no n***as, I don't even trust myself It get deeper, mama said y'all n***as don't give a f** till the crew hot And I believe her One of these days you n***as gonna try to take me out like 2Pac [Hook] [Verse 2 – Young Cash] I done laid in a n***as bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my sh** [?] I got trust issues, I don't f** with you, n***a might be them federals So I serve a n***a then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check [?] [?] n***a on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon On the couch sitting there like it's legal And no n***a, I am no Migo I'm a Floyd n***a and you can get your issue And I don't even trust you n***as in my dreams So you know a n***a still sleeping with the pistol Like that! [Hook] [Verse 3 – Sean Jay] I'm ahead of my time, and everybody late Ain't nobody real, everybody fake I'm a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi Smoke can't stand me, Ludacris hate me Nappy Boy sh**, we make bread Cut a n***a off like T-Pain's dreads If Cash don't like you, I don't f** with you 99 percent of these boys f** n***as And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay On the low they probably f** n***as And that's where you lost me Before I trust n***as I'd rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby Two words for you, blucker blucker Clique tighter than pants on Thugger Thugger Then get robbed, see them k**ers in the masks You ain't on this song, got a bullet for your a** like [Hook]