Swisha T, Brevis - Can't Trust Em

A lifestyle might not make it
Picture me crying over hoes, I ain't Drake kid
I'm the type that get in the dropped Porsche
You the type that off your mom's porch
Play with me, I lay a beat down, Scott Storch
You ain't even close to me homie, so why you taking shots?
Oh I get it, you jealous, you like a little thot
Oh you the best Swish", nigga get my dick up out your damn mouth
You just hoping that it pan out
I know the snake when I see it, you just fishing for the damn clout
I'm hot, you're not, that's why you mad, right?
Tryna take my spot but you ain't that nice
Every time we chat I'm getting bad vibes
Maybe we was just enemies in the past lives
I ride till I die, can't trust 'em
All these bitches, can't trust 'em
All these niggas, can't trust 'em
Fuck a hater, leave him in the dirt
I ride till I die, can't trust 'em
All these bitches, can't trust 'em
All these niggas, can't trust 'em
Fuck a hater, leave him in the dirt