"Trust Issues" lyrics
Boldy James & ChanHays Lyrics
Where we at?
Bo Jackson
What else?
Let's get it
Gritting in the trap, I was catching pops
Supposed to been at school, I was at the spot
Gettin' off the sacks, stacking up the tops
Stepping on the food, burning down the Za
Hood kicked the corner, turning up the block
Tuck the Sig Sauer, thirty in the Glick
'Nother body found, murder was the plot
Twenty-six a blue, thirty for the brick
First of the month, Third through the Fifth
On the Hell Block burning up the strip
Pouring up the Tris, Glock 23
Generation four poking out my hip
Pussy nigga tender as a sirloin
Merging calls on the cell in the joint
Bonafide with the pills in Des Moines
Double die, heads or tails, flip a coin
Told them catch me on the flip side
Get my own money, I don't dick ride
With your thot somewhere on the Westside
Breaking down a half a block of mixed jive
Where we at with it?
I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
What you think this Glock 27 for?
This shit way deeper than a metaphor
We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more
Cut the heron with a Euro step
Tryna see how much that I can sell it for
Where we at with it?
Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours
Fenced in, inside a closed cell
Behind them stone walls and them metal doors
Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more
What you think this Glock 27 for?
'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
I got trust issues
Brodie got the striggy
Seen more bricks than the third little piggy
Keep a wood full of potpourri
If you niggas down with O.P.P
All my killers, they repeat offenders
Fuck the skillet, I'ma need a blender
Work cleaner than some common cleanser
Shout O.T. with ki's in the fender
First time I ever served Marty
I was transacting through a third party
Way he keep pushing up the nose bridge on 'em
I can tell that them his first Cartis
We can see that that's his first chain
I was trafficking North M-39 before the work came
Baby sit in church to work on my mind, I'm a bird brain
Graduated from the third lane to the H-O-V
Why they hate on me?
Taking all day, said I'm on my way
But the yay so good that they gon' wait on me
Smack a four way, it can take a E
Violated probat', I'ma take the plea
Told my bae that anything the judge give me
Over two, don't even wait on me
Where we at?
I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
What you think this Glock 27 for?
This shit way deeper than a metaphor
We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more
Cut the heron with a Euro step
Tryna see how much that I can sell it for
Where we at with it?
Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours
Fenced in, inside a closed cell
Behind them stone walls and them metal doors
Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more
What you think this Glock 27 for?
'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
I got trust issues
Bo Jackson
What else?
Let's get it
Gritting in the trap, I was catching pops
Supposed to been at school, I was at the spot
Gettin' off the sacks, stacking up the tops
Stepping on the food, burning down the Za
Hood kicked the corner, turning up the block
Tuck the Sig Sauer, thirty in the Glick
'Nother body found, murder was the plot
Twenty-six a blue, thirty for the brick
First of the month, Third through the Fifth
On the Hell Block burning up the strip
Pouring up the Tris, Glock 23
Generation four poking out my hip
Pussy nigga tender as a sirloin
Merging calls on the cell in the joint
Bonafide with the pills in Des Moines
Double die, heads or tails, flip a coin
Told them catch me on the flip side
Get my own money, I don't dick ride
With your thot somewhere on the Westside
Breaking down a half a block of mixed jive
Where we at with it?
I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
What you think this Glock 27 for?
This shit way deeper than a metaphor
We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more
Cut the heron with a Euro step
Tryna see how much that I can sell it for
Where we at with it?
Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours
Fenced in, inside a closed cell
Behind them stone walls and them metal doors
Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more
What you think this Glock 27 for?
'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
I got trust issues
Brodie got the striggy
Seen more bricks than the third little piggy
Keep a wood full of potpourri
If you niggas down with O.P.P
All my killers, they repeat offenders
Fuck the skillet, I'ma need a blender
Work cleaner than some common cleanser
Shout O.T. with ki's in the fender
First time I ever served Marty
I was transacting through a third party
Way he keep pushing up the nose bridge on 'em
I can tell that them his first Cartis
We can see that that's his first chain
I was trafficking North M-39 before the work came
Baby sit in church to work on my mind, I'm a bird brain
Graduated from the third lane to the H-O-V
Why they hate on me?
Taking all day, said I'm on my way
But the yay so good that they gon' wait on me
Smack a four way, it can take a E
Violated probat', I'ma take the plea
Told my bae that anything the judge give me
Over two, don't even wait on me
Where we at?
I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
What you think this Glock 27 for?
This shit way deeper than a metaphor
We the Mafia, 227, that's forever more
Cut the heron with a Euro step
Tryna see how much that I can sell it for
Where we at with it?
Free my niggas thuggin' in them level fours
Fenced in, inside a closed cell
Behind them stone walls and them metal doors
Real ConCreatures, 227, that's forever more
What you think this Glock 27 for?
'Cause I don't trust shit but my Skeletor
I got trust issues
