Trust Issues - Young Scooter, YG

Roll that shit up, nigga

That Californian

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

I ride for my niggas, I die for my niggas

But hopefully none of us go, I’mma keep gettin' money

And stay one hunnid, & I put the bro’s before hoes

We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas

We don’t trust you niggas

We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas

We don’t trust you niggas

We don’t trust you niggas

We’ll fuck your bitch, then make her fuck my clique

If I can’t get you

I’mma get her & and play piano with her clit'

Niggas try & go against the clique

But how some broke niggas gon' go against rich?

It’s all bad if I crack your bitch, I’m gettin' money

I should go gold, this is thick, yeah

They say you live and your learn, well I learned

Niggas won’t be shit with a perm'

You’s fuckin' with me, now it’s fuckin' with me

You say you real?

Then you a real-ass dummy

Karma might have somebody pop your bitch ass

Now your mama hopin' she ain’t lost your bitch ass

Keep callin' my phone, askin' me for favors

So I have to put a block on your bitch ass

E-B-G, everybody get it

Certified young nigga give a damn 'bout a nigga

YG man, fuck these niggas

If a nigga cross us we’ll hash out a nigga

Can’t compete my right hand with my left hand

Glocks don’t jam, shootin' shots at you niggas

Bad bitch she in California and rollin' Californian, OG kush, nigga

When I’m in the club, shooters outside

They don’t give a damn 'bout a nigga standin' in the crowd

If a hater turnt up, lift my head up

Bet them young niggas gon' turn his ass down

I don’t trust nobody, don’t trust me

Took a lot of niggas' shit when I was on E

You know Young Scooter, you’ll know the street

Man fuck y’all niggas, cause I gotta eat