Trust Issues - T-Pain, Young Cash, Sean Jay

One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me

The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga

Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas

You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga

Better duck nigga, unless you got a bulletproof truck nigga

Cause you the only one throwing money in the club

You the only one that’s gone be stuck nigga

Your ass out of luck nigga, tryna stunt but you’re stunting too much nigga

And my face just way too pretty

So I ain’t tryna punch niggas

What’s up nigga?

Everything cool right now but it could go left

So I don’t trust niggas, no niggas, I don’t even trust myself

It get deeper, mama said y’all niggas don’t give a fuck till the crew hot

And I believe her

One of these days you niggas gonna try to take me out like 2Pac

One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me

The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga

Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas

You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga

I done laid in a niggas bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights

Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my shit byke (back)

I got trust issues, I don’t fuck with you, nigga might be them federals

So I serve a nigga then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check at

Follies

nigga on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole

Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon

On the couch sitting there like it’s legal

And no nigga, I am no Migo

I’m a Florida nigga and you can get your issue

And I don’t even trust you niggas in my dreams

So you know a nigga still sleeping with the pistol

Like that!

One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me

The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga

Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas

You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga

I’m ahead of my time, and everybody late

Ain’t nobody real, everybody fake

I’m a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi

Smoke can’t stand me, Ludacris hate me

Nappy Boy shit, we make bread

Cut a nigga off like T-Pain's dreads

If Cash don’t like you, I don’t fuck with you

99 percent of these boys fuck niggas

And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay

On the low they probably fuck niggas

And that’s where you lost me

Before I trust niggas I’d rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby

Two words for you, blucka!

blucka!

Clique tighter than pants on Thugger Thugger

Then get robbed, see them killers in the masks

You ain’t on this song, got a bullet for your ass like

One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me

The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga

Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas

You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga