Dishonest

Watch 'em

Watch 'em

I fuck ****'s bitches

How can I trust mine?

Rags to the riches

Run it up, do it more times

She not fine nine

Do the dash on the I-9

Lamb truck on the drive-by

Move tact when we slide by

Makin' pairs off the Zaza

And she matchin' in Prada

I can't trust you designers

Hope my feelings just vanish

No paparazzi, we flash 'em, we blam 'em

Masked up but we still up on camera

Brodie died and she fuckin' in two days

Fuck love, and that truth say

And her my feelings in D'Usse

Sex tape, no blu-ray

Only call me whеn you moody

Wanna fuck me, don't be groupie

Duty bae, this an anthеm

I can't trust her, I'm just sayin'

Wanna vibe and non-relation

And she forced to speak the language

Caught him lackin', please don't panic

The bands and rubber-banding

Chanel be on her luggage

She a part of it, I can't cuff it

Am I mad because you did it?

Movin' funny with your digits

In my lane, I never hit it

It's my turn, them **** fakin'

Fake love is irritatin'

Chopper shootin', make a blanket

Trey blow them **** singin'

I don't want your love at all and

My feeling's gone 'cause my brodie gone

I don't want your love at all

And my feeling's gone since my brodie gone

I don't want your love at all

And my feeling's gone since my brodie gone

I'm back at it

Play the block, we was good at it

Do the dash, I ain't plannin' on crashin'

Fucked her friend, now she movin' dramatic

And you know what you did when I said it

You a hoe and I give you your credit

And my life soon be on the debit

Swipin' Louis and lookin' impressive

Make sure mama good

Gang lookin' great

Put some food on they plate

Fuck love, you ain't safe

Fuch her friend just in case

Fuck her friend just in case