Neva Trust A Soul - Foogiano, Enchanting, Gucci Mane

It’s the mob, nigga (

SpiffoMadeIt, bitch

[Chorus: Foogiano &

Gucci Mane

I remember when my mama told me, «Never trust a soul»

I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold

I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-His-Nose

I wasn’t tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors

I know God say you should kill, hope that don’t keep me out of Heaven’s gates

High speed chase, I got away, I ducked the jakes and split his face

I’m sendin' shots at all my opps, bitch, come on, pull up, get popped

Can’t keep countin' the bites I drop, stolen car, new tag get swapped

Been havin' motion, lil' bitch, come shop

Try to run off, I read he got shot

Count up a ten while she givin' me top

Only put my trust in my Glock

She ain’t no ho, come on, what’s next?

The dirty old Cubans to water my neck

I want baguettes, I don’t get no sex

She want the head, I don’t need no stress

He got them racks to come get stretched

Got a thing for your ho, I must confess

Streets talk, so I don’t need no press

Don’t check, ain’t no need for no vest