No No No - O.T. Genasis, YG

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No

First thing first I can’t trust none of these niggas

Act like they’re your partner but they really in they feelings

Tell they ass a secret they gon' tell somebody else

Bout to grab that Glock 17 right off the shelf

Think I ain’t gon' pull it, now he seeing bullets

Strapped up with that hoodie, motherfucking bully

Lying to your homie man I thought I was your homie?

But your ass is phony

I’m cool by my lonely

I don’t need no friends

All I need is bands

All I need is grams

Sitting in the pan

Went to Ben Baller just to see the Rollie dance

Racks looking like I got another pair of pants

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No

I got trust issues

My resume more gangster than your gangster then I can’t fuck with you

I got trust issues

Your quarterback always getting sacked

Your play incomplete your connect don’t fuck with you

I can’t hustle with you

Cause my money looking funny

Me and my niggahs gon' rumble with you

Girl wassup with you?

If your make up, caked up and weave stink I can’t fuck with you

Damn they talk behind my back

Borrow all my straps

I just showed 'em, love

Fronted work and gave up racks

This song come with the

Like currency grabbing some money stacks

My past is full of facts

Why O.T.

wrote this hook like that

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these bitches

No, No-No-No, No-No-No, No, No

I can’t trust these pussy ass niggas

No-No-No, No, No-No-No