Can't Trust Em (Remix)

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Yeah, fuck these niggas, I don't trust these niggas

Pull the knife out the AK, and cut these niggas

Put the knife back on the AK, I throw the AK away, I get the nunchuck and nunck these niggas

I am, out of my mind, Jarren, you gon' really sniff all of those lines?

Where the fuck were you when I was out on my grind?

Stress bout to blow my brains out of my spine

Insane in the membrane, sick with the pen game, y'all niggas been lame

Frickin' faggot, gagged and fucked in the ass like the Gimp did Ving Rhames

Eastside tyrant, little bit of vibe when I flee from the sirens

I hit a nigga in the leg with a tire iron, and crack him in the fucking skull with a fire hydrant

I'm a beast, I'm a God, I'm a killer, I'm a pimp, and I walk with a limp

You're a geek, you're a lame, you're a bitch, you're a fag, bitch you talk with a lisp

Like "Hey Dizz, pull your dick out, all we wanna do is party"

Meanwhile, I'm with your fucking baby mom at the drive-thru at Hardy's

She say "Yeah, I thought you were ballin'", bitch you see the Hardy's at Arby's

Bougie ass trick still let a nigga hit, so I fucked her in the back of an RV

What up to my nigga named Dizzy, hoes throw the pussy at a nigga like a frisbee

Hatin' ass niggas gon' hate, better load up the guns, till the pussy ass niggas come kill me, feel me

Chop ya, body up, put it in my locker, freeze it, cook it, put it in my pasta

The chopper go 'brah' in your mouth like banaca, drop ya, call the fucking coroners and doctors

Duct tape and rape ya, As-Salāmu 'Alaykum, killers from Jamaica, they gon' let you meet your maker

Funk Volume bitch, we don't need a fucking major, Mr Benton sickest motherfucker from Decatur

[Hook:]

I can't trust none of these niggas

Can't trust none of these hoes

I'm killing shit

So I'm chilling with a marijuana cloud and my bros

They talking shit but we talking goals

Gettin' money that's all I know

In this shit and I been the shit

And I did this shit all on my own

[Verse 2: Angel Haze]

Okay, they let me loose and I'm at it

Bitch I'm noose neckin' this rap shit

Got a gang of hoes on my matress

You a bitch nigga, you manson

Man I'm too much for you niggas

I could murder you on yo own song

Give my flow some turbo

End up breakin niggas like O-zone

Kill a nigga quicker than a mili to his temple

Drag his fuckin' body beneath the 2 cylinder

You too weak, and me I'm too villainous

Ain't shit safe bitch I ain't through killin' it

Bitch I'm hard as I do claim, bitch I'm harder than you claim

I get on anybody's song and make that shit part of my food chain

Boom, bang, bang, boom, bitch back, back better gimme some room

I got a wild mind, I'm on a million shrooms

Codeine cups look like a million prunes

I'm ill, and I want it, those two deadly components

Anything I'm in, I always win

Can't even picture havin' opponents

Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]

They done fucked up, fetch the bong

Remix bitch I'm extra on

I'm rollin weed, overseas

Funk Volume bitch we finna set the tone

Can't trust 'em, fuck it, put em' in a bucket

Wanna see my dick so you could hug it?

Came a long way for niggas to fuck with me the long way

Independent on the motherfucking budget

Man I'm never putting this mic down, right now it's my lifestyle

Change your lives on a high cloud, I got marijuana all in my white owl

So the hoes wanna hit it, niggas get to witness the bitches that really groupie for a livin'

I'm at the show, she at the front, now she at the hotel trying to get the motherfuckin' business

Hold up, hold up, why everybody on my dick?

Is it cause I rip songs, hit bongs, with hit songs and niggas wonder how I'm getting on like this

Damn, find another lover

Can't trust 'em cause we tired of each other

Brother, Las Vegas will never have another

Tell XXL want the motherfuckin' cover