We Don't Trust You Songtext

von Future, Metro Boomin

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Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (Can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah

I been in the cold, couldn′t feel my toes
But I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won′t hold enough
Taking my pole and now, F&N and now
Take me anywhere, I'm taking over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Popping a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a b!tch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, riding the V12
I pick the mood, dawg, I pick the entail
Get it tripping, all you gone see is shells

If Young Metro don't trust you, I′m gone shoot you
We don′t trust you n!ggas, we don't
(I don′t trust no motherfking body)
We don't trust you n!ggas, we don′t
We don't trust you
We don′t trust you n!ggas, we don't
We don't trust you n!ggas, we don′t (Smiling faces)
We don′t trust you (Show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)

You a n!gga number one fan, dog
Sneak dissing, I don't understand, dog
Pillowtalking, acting like a fed, dog
I don′t need another fake friend, dog
Can't be ′bout a ho, 'cause we sharing, dog
In you feelings, n!gga, why you playing, dog?
Give her backshots, while she laying down
Keep the Glock cocked, I don′t trust hoes
Top shotter, going for the gusto
Like a real dog, I don't mutt hoes
Get the load, you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rapping so pretend, you a ho
Now I figure, n!gga tag a n!gga toe
Ain't no tapping in, better blow
Tired of popping pills, but he blessed
Flash a couple M′s on my chest
Ain′t no sabotaging, lil' finesse
We was in the field, placing bets
Still getting chills in my flesh
Taking comma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred and Pluto, nothing less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess

We don′t trust you n!ggas, we don't (Smiling faces)
We don′t trust you n!gga, we don't (Pretend to be your friend)
We don′t trust you

We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don′t trust you, no, no, no
We don′t trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherfker)
If Young Metro don′t trust you, I'm gone shoot you
If Young Metro don′t trust you, I'm—
If Young Metro don′t trust, I'm gone shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you
(Trust is a motherfker)