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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Vocals
PaperRoute Woo
Vocals
Snupe Bandz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Bradley Brandon
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Terrance Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Producer
Doughboy Beatz
Producer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I don't put nothin' past none of these ****
Let the BandPlay
Man, I couldn't trust a bitch if I wanted to
[Chorus]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)
[Verse 1]
Jumped up out the bed, grabbed my pistol, told her, "I'll be back" (Uh)
I just keep pounds at the house, nah, that ain't where I sleep at (Nah)
**** showin' fake love, it ain't hard for me to peep that (Ayy)
Just know I'm ready to put one in your dome, ****, believe that (Yeah, yeah)
He was a big dog, but he turned into a rat (Damn)
She was skinny-minny, but that booty done got fat (Damn)
I was dead broke, but now, I'm having them rizacks
Bought a mansion by the water just so I can go relax (Dolph)
Can I leave a million at your house and you won't touch it? (Huh?)
Is you around for the money or do you really love me? (Huh?)
I left the Wock' at the house, man, tonight we drinkin' bubbly (Ace)
Run up if you want, it's gon' get ugly
[Chorus]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, he a nobody
Say he put in work, but I don't know 'bout it
Rock a show then sell a 'bow, ****, what you know about it?
All my diamonds crystal clear, lil' ****, your shit partly cloudy
And I'll slime a **** out for real, ain't no doubt about it (Yeah, yeah, ain't no doubt about it)
Pulled up Hellcat, fuck an Audi
Took a hit, didn't do no power
Shoot first, I ain't with that mouthing
Trick off, I don't know nothing about it
What you know about going house to house sleeping on ****' couches? (Yeah, on ****' couches)
Yeah, while **** flexing for the 'Gram
Say you having, but you are not taking care of the fam' (Lame-ass ****)
I don't fuck with pork no more, but I still got that ham (Yeah)
Spend a forty with the plug, remember I used to buy grams (Yeah, grams)
And I'm having in real life, ****, not just on the 'Gram (On God)
[Chorus]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)
[Verse 3]
I can't trust a **** or a bitch, that's how it is, yeah (Nah)
You can't get your feelings involved when you chasing mills, yeah (For real)
I was in the trap for real before I signed my deal, yeah
Now a **** rap hustling, no more vacuum seals, yeah (No more)
Yeah, I'm on the road, I'm finna blow (Yeah)
Yeah, I know these **** envy me, so I can't trust a soul (Nah)
Gotta keep this Glock in tuck, these **** hate me on the low (On gang)
They gon' smile in your face 'cause **** scared to let it show
Don't put your trust up in a ho, these bitches ain't shit, they dick to dick
I can't trust none of these hoes, I'll burn their head clutching my stick (Glocky)
Yeah, one hand on my Glock and the other hand on her wig
Put this dick in your mouth, shut up ho, swallow my kids
[Chorus]
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nobody)
Trust nobody (Nah, for real)
All them straps and you ain't never shot at nobody (Damn)
I got thirty racks a piece in all four pockets (Yeah)
I took that ho to the hotel, you took that ho shopping (Damn)
He turnt up on the 'Gram, in real life, he a nobody (Okay)
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Jr., Bradley Brandon, Krishon Gaines, Terrance Baker