Trust no one

I pull up inna fuckin rrari

U smell kinda foul, and pulled up in a fuckin caddy

It looks a little like the great depression

I said it’s prolly a little crusty

Girl i said don’t fuck wit me

You asked me to make you call me daddy

Im not the one, no, no im not the one

you a hoe and i should go

I pulled up out that fuckin party

I’d rather go and play natarrie

Ay, you was right

I dont need dat hoe

I got you in sight

Rich as fuck, gotta rrari, maserati, bugatti

When i woke up in the bugatti

All these bitches on me, get tf off me

I ain’t like that no more, im three days sober

Shawty said she got sum itty bitty titties tu biddy, not in it for the body,

Im sorry i like it old school, Watchin movies on rokuu

Oh you say thats not cool. Whatta fool,

Now im gettin shitty, it’s not litty, no it’s not litty

Better watch out, lyrics bout to hit you