Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (Can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
I been in the cold, couldn’t feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won’t fold, pockets won’t hold enough
Takin’ my pole and now, F&N and now
Take me anywhere, I’m takin’ over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Poppin’ a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin’ the V12
I pick the mood, dawg, I pick the entail
Get it trippin’, all you gon’ see is shells
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We don’t trust you niggas, we don’t
(I don’t trust no motherfuckin’ body)
We don’t trust you niggas, we don’t
We don’t trust you
We don’t trust you niggas, we don’t
We don’t trust you niggas, we don’t (Smiling faces)
We don’t trust you (Show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)
You a nigga number one fan, dog
Sneak dissin’, I don’t understand, dog
Pillowtalkin’, actin’ like a fed, dog
I don’t need another fake friend, dog
Can’t be ’bout a ho, ’cause we sharin’, dog
In you feelings, nigga, why you playin’, dog?
Give her backshots, while she layin’ down
Keep the Glock cocked, I don’t trust hoes
Top shotter, goin’ for the gusto
Like a real dog, I don’t mutt hoes
Get the load, you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rappin’ so pretend, you a ho
Now I figure, nigga tag a nigga toe
Ain’t no tappin’ in, better blow
Tired of poppin’ pills, but he blessed
Flash a couple M’s on my chest
Ain’t no sabotagin’, lil’ finesse
We was in the field, placin’ bets
Still gettin’ chills in my flesh
Takin’ comma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred and Pluto, nothin’ less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess
We don’t trust you niggas, we don’t (Smiling faces)
We don’t trust you nigga, we don’t (Pretend to be your friend)
We don’t trust you
We don’t trust you, no, no, no
We don’t trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don’t trust you, no, no, no
We don’t trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don’t trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherfucker)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m-
If Young Metro don’t trust, I’m gon’ shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you
(Trust is a motherfucker)
