Artist: Don Q f/ DJ Cannon Album: Don Season (Mixtape) Song: Trust Nobody Typed by: AZ Lyrics [DJ Cannon] It's Highbridge affiliates over everything Fuck the rest Don Season [Don Q] I don't trust nobody Ride shotty with the shotty We just crashed the party Matching black Ferrari's Where the Paparazzi? This shit 'bout a half a ticket Then count it ourselves so we had to get it I get on them pills I'm an addict with' it I get in that ghost and turn Casper in it Yeah I got that pack I'm in traffic with' it Yeah we ran it up and they mad we did it The weed for that chain, that's a bad decision Moral of the story, ain't no happy endin's Look, I don't trust nobody I'm lookin' like a 'Rari Pussy, come and try me You know that we got it Play me it's a hommie Ain't no other option We come from the gutter Shootouts in public They duckin' for cover Man, fuck undercovers Next nigga snitch and we figure it out We gon' scissor his nose and his tongue to his mouth Stood on the corner with onions and butter I done seen friends shoot they guns at each other I done seen real niggas turn into suckers I done seen school niggas turn into hustlas I done seen niggas get sentenced up top And they main bitch be fuckin' the nigga they shot! We blessed with success 'cause we been through a lot I'm dressed to impress gettin' bent in the drop I don't trust nobody And nigga I'm serious Went and dropped a quarter at the dealership Keep a shooter with' me when I'm wheelin' it Keep that strap on his lap, no concealin' it So get back for he snap, start revealin' it Movin' I'm clearin' it Too many questions You makin' me curious Bag full of percs and I'm takin' a pair of 'em I don't trust nobody Ain't nothin' nice man we grew up a mess Whenever you seen me I threw up the west I'm about to start giving y'all jewelry the test I heard the diss I ain't truly impressed I been that nigga since Coogi was fresh I spent my days on the stoop and them steps If only you knew what we'd do for a check Fuck your comparisons I got some bitches in Maryland that'll do trips in the caravan Suitcase with money a couple of packages Clothes on the top it's gon' look like they travelin' I post on the post with an 'O' of that coke Watchin' for ops and the toast in my coat Shots off the blunt then get low from the folks When you come to my hood they gon' call me the GOAT Whoa!