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Trust

de Fivio Foreign

AXL (AXL, AXL)
Uh, not like y'all and y'all not like us (no cap)
Gun I trust (baow)
In the gun I trust (baow)
Uh, let's do it, uh (baow)
Not like y'all, y'all not like us
Uh, yeah (baow)

We not like y'all, y'all not like us (nah)
In the gun I trust (baow)
Uh, I'ma come right up
Gotta watch the shooter 'cause the gun might bust (grrt, baow), huh (baow)
Woah (woah), everybody on the floor (baow)
We don't knock, we shoot through the door (grrt)
We give a fuck who the king of New York (baow)
I say what I mean when I talk (huh)
The hood ain't showin' no remorse (baow)
Gunfights in the hall (baow)
Bullets goin' through the walls (uh, baow)
My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah
We clapped his bitch on all fours

We seem 'em, we on 'em (huh)
They do what I told 'em
We crossed every T and we dot every I
And we watched every corner, look
We made home safe, you gon' know when I'm good when I call in the mornin' (uh)
Niggas know I always call in the mornin'
None of my niggas is mournin', uh (ayy, baow)
One up (one up), scorin' (scorin')
Shot good (shot good), Jordan (Jordan)
Ballin' (ballin'), now we could put diamonds in our crosses (ayy)
You see what happen when they cross us?
Losses, huh, they takin' losses, huh
I turn my niggas into bosses
They think I made it out
If bro do a hit, I'ma pay 'em out
Look at what they allow
He never sit up, he get bailed out (baow)
Free Jaydee out the jailhouse
I can't wait until he sail out
He need a pack, I send the mail out
He need a pack, I send the mail out

We not like y'all, y'all not like us (nah)
In the gun I trust (baow)
Uh, I'ma come right up
Gotta watch the shooter 'cause the gun might bust (grrt, baow), huh (baow)
Woah (woah), everybody on the floor (baow)
We don't knock, we shoot through the door (grrt)
We give a fuck who the king of New York (baow)
I say what I mean when I talk (huh)
The hood ain't showin' no remorse (uh)
Gunfights in the hall (baow)
Bullets goin' through the walls (uh, baow)
My niggas Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah
We clapped his bitch on all fours

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