Lyrics Don Q – Trust Nobody
Text:
DJ Cannon
It’s Highbridge affiliates over everything
Fuck the rest
Don Season
Don Q:
I don’t trust nobody
Ride shotty with the shotty
We just crashed the party
Matching black Ferrari’s
Where the Paparazzi?
This shit ’bout a half a ticket
Then count it ourselves so we had to get it
I get on them pills I’m an addict with’ it
I get in that ghost and turn Casper in it
Yeah I got that pack I’m in traffic with’ it
Yeah we ran it up and they mad we did it
The weed for that chain, that’s a bad decision
Moral of the story, ain’t no happy endin’s
Look, I don’t trust nobody
I’m lookin’ like a ‘Rari
Pussy, come and try me
You know that we got it
Play me it’s a hommie
Ain’t no other option
We come from the gutter
Shootouts in public
They duckin’ for cover
Man, fuck undercovers
Next nigga snitch and we figure it out
We gon’ scissor his nose and his tongue to his mouth
I done seen friends shoot they guns at each other
I done seen real niggas turn into suckers
I done seen school niggas turn into hustlas
I done seen niggas get sentenced up top
And they main bitch be fuckin’ the nigga they shot!
We blessed with success ’cause we been through a lot
I’m dressed to impress gettin’ bent in the drop
I don’t trust nobody
And nigga I’m serious
Went and dropped a quarter at the dealership
Keep a shooter with’ me when I’m wheelin’ it
Keep that strap on his lap, no concealin’ it
So get back for he snap, start revealin’ it
Movin’ I’m clearin’ it
Too many questions
You makin’ me curious
Bag full of percs and I’m takin’ a pair of ’em
I don’t trust nobody
Ain’t nothin’ nice man we grew up a mess
Whenever you seen me I threw up the west
I’m about to start giving y’all jewelry the test
I heard the diss
I ain’t truly impressed
I been that nigga since Coogi was fresh
I spent my days on the stoop and them steps
If only you knew what we’d do for a check
Fuck your comparisons
I got some bitches in Maryland that’ll do trips in the caravan
Suitcase with money a couple of packages
Clothes on the top it’s gon’ look like they travelin’
I post on the post with an ‘O’ of that coke
Watchin’ for ops and the toast in my coat
Shots off the blunt then get low from the folks
When you come to my hood they gon’ call me the GOAT
Whoa!
