Trust a Soul E

You play too much. Uh, It's a good day. Ayy. I got lovers on my body, I can't Trust a soul. I know niggas that hated me, had to let 'em go. Ayy, I got lovers on my body, I can't Trust a soul. I know people who hated me, Had to let 'em go. Slammer on my side, Niggas ain't ready for war. When the homies die, yeah, we be slidin' for Sure. Homicide back to back, we was up in The score. I got bitches sellin' pussy, you takin' Her home. We some niggas gettin' money, you taggin' Along. Thirty shots to his dome, we sendin' him Home. Wrap it up and send a pack, that's Fifty alone. You niggas is rap cap, We don't get along. Forty-five in my backpack, I'm smokin' strong. Tell your bitch to back back 'fore you get her gone. Send her to my Nigga Smooth, he gon' put you on. I can make you sell that pussy like good Cologne. I can make you throw it back and Call up my phone. Tellin' me to pull up, Take off your thong. Perky got you crazy. I can make you moan, got you daisy. You buggin' me, got you actin' all crazy. Tell your nigga back back 'fore we blazin'. Ayy. I can get you drippin', baby, in a Fendi coat. Money comin' all around, We got plenty more. Why these niggas wanna hate? Then they really broke. Sendin' shots, bullshit, It's me I press the smoke. I got lovers On my body, I can't trust soul. I know people who hated me, had to let 'em go. Slammer on my side, niggas ain't ready For war. When the homies die, yeah, we be Slidin' for sure. Homicide back to back, we was Up in the score. I got bitches sellin' pussy, You takin' her home. We some niggas gettin' money, You taggin' along. Thirty shots to his dome, We sendin' him home. Ayy. And now you taggin' along. Ayy. We gettin' money for sure. Ayy. I say you taggin' along. You play too much