作词 : Lil Bibby 作曲 : Lil Bibby Huh, I say we back on that other shit Squad shit, that gang shit Huh, look, check I feel like a God or a king In the Chi bet you ride with them things See an opp then we makin' a scene Hundred shot, put your Glock on the screen You an opp if you not with the team I just went copped a few Glocks with the beams I just talked to 2Pac in a dream Told me "keep grindin', keep doin' your thing" Back in this bitch, I got weight on my shoulders Bitch I'm No Limit, don't play with my soldiers Check my truck, I got the cash, groceries If I catch an opp then I'm ****in' him over Don't **** with witness unless they Jehovah We want your block, we gone take this shit over Young nigga get off the weight like I'm Oprah They callin' me Bibby The Great I just might pull on your block in a Wraith I hang with the lions and apes Dressed up in Bape, pipes on our waist I get the drop where he stay Come in your house for the safe Send all your shooters my way I go Tony Montana no scar on my face Only thing that I could trust is my lama Bitch I don't even put trust in my momma I'm public enemy like I'm Osama Worthless lil nigga, pops shoulda wore a condom All my niggas, they back on that nonsense I get you jacked for your profits I get you whacked with no problem Cause a savage can't handle my conscious Ohhhh, ohhhh I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust a bitch, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh-oh-oh Niggas plottin', yeah they want me gone, they want me gone I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust these niggas, I can't trust these hoes I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no VVS on my chest, my heart cold as ice Hear that voice in my head, call it Poltergeist You a bitch like your girl, man y'all both alike If the cops pull me over, I know the rights Like you think you tough cause you on the pipe Sneak diss again now they stole your life Please do not tote the pipe, you ain't gonna blow the pipe Show your rights, show your rights, show your rights Hollow tips all in the sig I might have to smoke me a pig Coppers been killin' them kids I swear that this shit gettin serious So please do not play with my niggas I went to the store, bought some K's for my niggas I make sure everything straight for my niggas If money get low, rob a bank with my niggas Ohhhh, ohhhh I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust a bitch, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh-oh-oh Niggas plottin', yeah they want me gone, they want me gone I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no I can't trust these niggas, I can't trust these hoes I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no I said I'm back bitch, you hear what the **** I'm sayin'? I said I'm ****in' back, you know how I ****in' rock man. Boss gang, boss gang shit, ya hear? Ayy