YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Trust Issues Lyrics

Trust Issues Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Timmy Da HitMan)

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know that I don’t trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I’ve been turnt up, I’ve been gone off jiggaboos
I’ve been rollin’, made it out, my boo, she seen the rude
She can’t control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, I just switch my swag on ’em
I’m tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no Henn’ in it
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you ain’t dumb, you know I’m slumped
Extra guns inside the trunk, ask ’em that I keep me one
Throw one curve and I’m sendin’ somethin’
Baby, I’m a real gangster, tell her find another one
I live in the mountain and I camе from nothin’
Want throw that cat, then give me somе
I’m fresh and she like the way I put it on
Hold up, whip it out, I put it on her
Bitch bark, I’ma get you niggas gone
Then go platinum on another song
Thug nigga and shorty be fuckin’ with me
I ain’t givin’ no fuck ’bout a nigga
She ain’t nothin’ like me, she be fuckin’ with them niggas
Every time she around, it’s tension
Pop with no prescription, everytime I pop my shit these pussy niggas mimic On they neck, you suckin’ [?]
Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy, bitch, goin’ now start, let’s get it
Down ridin’ with these dirty bitches, might wanna fuck every nigga with me

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know that I don’t trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I’ve been turnt up, I’ve been gone off jiggaboos
I’ve been rollin’, made it out, my boo, she seen the rude
She can’t control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, I just switch my swag on ’em
I’m tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no Henn’ in it

[Verse 2]
Want some, take some, shoot that stick then break somethin’
Stop this bitch, then face somethin’
Not no regular day if I ain’t makin’ nothin’
With that ass, she stuntin’
She gon’ make me pass, I see she money hungry
BD nothin’, he see me, better not run up on me
33 got the pint sent, I might cop bout three of ’em from ’em
Boot off X, not Santan, he might turn to Rudolph on ’em
From this Ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shoot outs on it
Bitch, this ain’t commercial housin’, stuck for life, this public homin’
Dirty bitch won’t come up off me, lyin’ to me, she fuckin’ homie
I don’t give no fuck ’bout homie, bitch, I just don’t want you ’round me
I’m in that North, I’m strapped with choppers, how the fuck they found me?
She got me tatted, but takin’ dick, one solid way to die on me

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know that I don’t trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I’ve been turnt up, I’ve been gone off jiggaboos
I’ve been rollin’, made it out, my boo, she seen the rude
She can’t control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, I just switch my swag on ’em
I’m tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no Henn’ in it