we don t trust you with metro boomin

Future

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)