Lil Bibby - Can't Trust A Soul lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Huh, I say we back on that other shit
Squad shit, that gang shit
Huh, look, check
(Verse)
I feel like a God or a king
In the shop bet ya ride with them things
See an opp then we making a scene
Hundred shot, put yo Glock on the screen
Ya an opp if ya not with the team
I just went copped a few Glocks with the beams
I just talked to 2Pac in a dream
Told me 'keep grinding, keep doing yo thing'
Back in this bitch, I got weight on my shoulders
Bitch I'm No Limit, don't play with my soldiers
Check my truck, I got the cash, groceries
If I catch an opp then I'm fucking him ova
Don't fuck with witness unless they Jehovah
We want yo guap, we gone take this shit ova
Young nigga get off the weight like I'm Oprah
(Bridge)
They calling me Bibby The Great
I just might pull out yo Glock in a Wraith
I hang with the lions and apes
Dressed up in Bape, pipes on our waist
(Verse 2)
I get to trap where he stay
Come in yo house for the safe
Send all yo shooters my way
I go Tony Montana, stay out my face
Only thing that I could trust is my lama
Bitch I don't even put trust in my momma
I'm public enemy like I'm Osama
Forces of a nigga pops civil into a comment
All my niggas, they back on that nonsense
I get two jacked fo' yo conference
I get ya whacked with no problem
Cuz a savage can't handle my conscious
(Hook)
Oh, oh
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no
I can't trust a bitch, I can't trust a soul, oh no
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh oh oh
Niggas plottin', yeah they want me gone, they want me gone
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no
I can't trust these niggas, I can't trust these hoes
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul, oh no
(Verse 3)
VVS on my chest, my, how cold is that?
Hear a voice in my head, call it Poster Dots
Ya a bitch like yo girl, me I buffle like
If the cops pull me ova, I know the rights
Ya think ya tough cuz ya on the pipe
Sneak diss again now they stole yo life
Please do not tote the pipe, ya ain't going to blow the pipe
Show ya right, show ya right, show ya right
Hollow tips all in the cig
I might have to smoke me a pig
Coppas been killing them kids
I swear that them shitters get sick
So please do not play with my niggas
I went to the store, bought sum' K's for my niggas
I make sure errythin' straight for my niggas
If money get low, rob a bank with my niggas
(Hook)
(Outro)
I said I'm back bitch, ya hear what the fuck I'm saying?
I said I'm fucking back, ya know how I fucking rock man
Boss gang, boss gang shit, ya hear? Ayy
