C-Los - Trust Me lyrics

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C-Los - Trust Me lyrics

(LG2) Bullets connecting like Wi-Fi Pistols clapping like a high-five Run up on you, not a drive by Mixing sh** like i'm Bill Nye Smoking loud, i'm sky high Keeping floating, i'm a fly guy Hoe's ask me if i'm single... Yea I might lie Binoculars on me I can see the haters Got the 40, and it has a laser Green beam, plus a taser b**h i'm busy, you can s** me later Sippin purple and I'm rolling papers Serving up like a f**ing waiter I can smell a snake from a mile away f**ed your hoe and she tryin to stay Told the b**h i don't want a bae Pointed at the door and said that way (Pointed at the door and said that way) Get out my house you can't stay (Los) And we'll still f** your hoe Pull up and we shootin, So they call us bang bros, (Bang Bros) Ya we got that ill flow Bullets hit his chest, yea you know they ain't hollow And we got the bankrolls Put my kids all up in your b**hes throat And you know that she swallow And thats cause she is a hoe Fifteen but i still stay trapping Soon everyone will be like damn what happened And you know i stay capping And theses bad b**hes, ya you know they lapping Workin day and night, better know we never napping Young and restless, so we just stared rapping And these other n***as laughing But they don't f** with us because they know we stay strapping Trust me ill dust thee Pull up on these n***as with my trusty Twelve pullin up with the K-9's.... Not huskies I don't f** with her cause she crusty My main hoe she real busty Her knees stay dusty Y'all think i'm rusty? Trust me i'll dust thee (LG2) Long nights with no sleep Growing up on the 73 Life's been pretty good to me We'll put you out, won't hear a peep She look me from head to feet Four AM we in the sheets By six o'clock I'm in the streets With my boy Los, We raising hell Free that man he went to jail He out now, we living good Making music and smoking woods (Los) And we'll still f** your hoe Pull up and we shootin, So they call us bang bros, (Bang Bros) Ya we got that ill flow Bullets hit his chest, and you know they ain't hollow And we got the bankrolls Put my kids all up in your b**hes throat And you know that she swallow And thats cause she is a hoe