Intro

I don’t trust none of you niggas, yeah I'm sayin' it

I don’t trust none of you niggas

VERSE 1

I’m the dude with the gram cool with the fams

Get my passport I’m due in Japan

Timberland boots keep ya Louie Vuitton’s

Tight jeans and ya Vans looking as fruity as you can

Change ya' name to fruit loop, Toucan Sam

You ain't fly you ain't flee nigga, you can't jam

Ya shorty’s riding with me, she's part of my Poon Tang Clan

And it’s obvious to see I’m a new damn man

So don’t be acting up got a team of hitters in gatz we trust

Another one bites the dust

One by one I put 'em on ice the black Gretzky bruh

You working on a poodle I’m working on a pet Zebra

Ya wifey be like me wan sex Az Izza

Next time u go America bring extra visa

Send me extra pies extra cheese

Make sure you send him a pound of the bestest reefer

Silly me illiteraly in little Italy

Hundred geez on the head of any nigga trying to get rid of me

Do this shit since little league you can never belittle me

RIP to Heavy D Mista bum diddly diddly

I freak flows with no cheat codes

Hittin' free throws as I I get skulls

Cheap street clothes and my pistol

In my hoodie just how the shit goes

HOOK

I don’t trust none of you niggas, yeah I'm sayin' it

I don’t trust none of you niggas

VERSE 2

I’m rolling dutches smoking loud

Bad bitch from Okinawa her booty's poking out

Still move and shake in these streets hit the mall once a week

Get an ill pair of sneaks

Got my top back big wheels speakers knocking as I cruise by

The people watching he’s the option

It’s Az Izz I just hooked up a mean concoction

Everything true beef and broccoli I’m chief comanche

You copped them Dre beats I copped those too

You copped them Jordan retro 8’s I copped those too

I copped the watch and the chain, you copped those too

Now that's hip hop what we supposed to do

If you only knew I roll with them Jews and sharks

That throw pool parties in amusement parks drink booze and spark

This style’s inspirational

You wilding out like Nick Cannon dressed in Jamaican clothes

Dead man walking like Vandersloot

Hopping out a ghost but it turn into a phantom coup

Then hop in a Lambo coup drinking Campbell soup

Type shit that, young niggas that gamble do

Ya whole career is a publicity stunt

How you black ain’t kick a rap about your history once

Black history month

I sniff smoke you sniff coke my shit's dope

I get dope from white girls with rich folks

HOOK

'Cos I don't trust none of you niggas, yeah I'm sayin' it

I don't trust none of you niggas