Trust Issues (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Jeremy Bradley/Kentrell Gaulden/Timothy Link

Composed by：Jeremy Bradley/Kentrell Gaulden/Timothy Link

Timmy Da HitMan

*****

You know that I don't trust you

Huh

Grew up on the dark side

I got trust issues

I been turnt up

I been gone off jiggaboos

I been rollin'

Made it out

My boo

She seen I'm rude

She can't control me

Yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad *******

I just switched 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

*****

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 came from nothin'

Wan' throw that cat

Then give me some

I'm fresh and she like the way I put it on

Hold up

Whip it out

I put it on her

***** bark

I'ma get you n***as gone

Then go platinum on another song

Thug n***a and shorty be ******* with me

I ain't givin' no **** 'bout a n***a

She ain't nothin' like me

She be ******* with them n***as

Every time she around

It's tension

Popped with no prescription

Every time I pop my ****

These p***y n***as mimic

On they neck

Each second

Minute

Try some ****

I shoot that glizzy

*****

Go

Now start

Let's get it

Done ridin' with these dirty *******

Might wan' **** every n***a with me

*****

You know that I don't trust you

Huh

Grew up on the dark side

I got trust issues

I been turnt up

I been gone off jiggaboos

I been rollin'

Made it out

My boo

She seen I'm rude

She can't control me

Yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad *******

I just switched 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

Want somethin'

Take somethin'

Shoot that stick

Then break somethin'

Stop this *****

Then face somethin'

Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'

With that a*s

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 shootouts on it

*****

This ain't commercial housin'

Stuck for life

This public homin'

Dirty ***** won't come up off me

Lyin' to me

She ******* homie

I don't give no **** 'bout homie

*****

I just don't want you 'round me

I'm in that North

I'm strapped with choppers

How the **** they found me

She got me tatted

But takin' d**k

One solid way to die on me

*****

You know that I don't trust you

Huh

Grew up on the dark side

I got trust issues

I been turnt up

I been gone off jiggaboos

I been rollin'

Made it out

My boo

She seen I'm rude

She can't control me

Yeah

Keep that bag on me

I got bad *******

I just switched 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

Timmy Da HitMan