T-Pain — Trust Issues

[Hook] One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga [Verse 1: T-Pain] Better duck nigga, unless you got a bulletproof truck nigga Cause you the only one throwing money in the club You the only one that’s gone be stuck nigga Your ass out of luck nigga, tryna stunt but you’re stunting too much nigga And my face just way too pretty So I ain’t tryna punch niggas What’s up nigga? Everything cool right now but it could go left So I don’t trust niggas, no niggas, I don’t even trust myself It get deeper, mama said y’all niggas don’t give a fuck till the crew hot And I believe her One of these days you niggas gonna try to take me out like 2Pac [Hook] One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga [Verse 2: Young Cash] I done laid in a niggas bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my shit byke(back) I got trust issues, I don’t fuck with you, nigga might be them federals So I serve a nigga then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check at Follies [?] nigga on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon On the couch sitting there like it’s legal And no nigga, I am no Migo I’m a Florida nigga and you can get your issue And I don’t even trust you niggas in my dreams So you know a nigga still sleeping with the pistol Like that! [Hook] One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga [Verse 3: Sean Jay] I’m ahead of my time, and everybody late Ain’t nobody real, everybody fake I’m a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi Smoke can't stand me, Ludacris hate me Nappy Boy shit, we make bread Cut a nigga off like T-Pain’s dreads If Cash don’t like you, I don’t fuck with you 99 percent of these boys fuck niggas And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay On the low they probably fuck niggas And that’s where you lost me Before I trust niggas I’d rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby Two words for you, blucka! blucka! Clique tighter than pants on Thugger Thugger Then get robbed, see them killers in the masks You ain’t on this song, got a bullet for your ass like [Hook] One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga