Jarren Benton - Can't Trust Em (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jarren Benton] What up Dizzy? Jarren, Benton. [scratching noises] [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, f** these n***as, I don't trust these n***as Pull the knife out the AK, and cut these n***as Put the knife back on the AK, I throw the AK away, I get the nunchuck and nunck these n***as I am, out of my mind, Jarren, you gon' really sniff all of those lines? Where the f** 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 n***as been lame Frickin' f*ggot, gagged and f**ed in the a** like the Gimp did Ving Rhames Eastside tyrant, little bit of vibe when I flee from the sirens I hit a n***a in the leg with a tire iron, and crack him in the f**ing skull with a fire hydrant I'm a beast, I'm a god, I'm a k**er, I'm a pimp, and I walk with a limp You're a geek, you're a lame, you're a b**h, you're a f*g, b**h you talk with a lisp Like "Hey Dizz, pull your dick out, all we wanna do is party" Meanwhile, I'm with your f**ing baby mom at the drive-thru at Hardy's She say "Yeah, I thought you were ballin'", b**h you see the Hardy's at Arby's Bougie a** trick still let a n***a hit, so I f**ed her in the back of an RV What up to my n***a named Dizzy, hoes throw the p**y at a n***a like a frisbee Hatin' a** n***as gon' hate, better load up the guns, till the p**y a** n***as come k** 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 binaca, drop ya, call the f**ing coroners and doctors Duct tape and rape ya, As-Salāmu `Alaykum, k**ers from Jamaica, they gon' let you meet your maker Funk Volume b**h, we don't need a f**ing major, Mr Benton sickest motherf**er from Decatur [Hook] I can't trust none of these n***as Can't trust none of these hoes I'm k**ing sh** So I'm chilling with a marijuana cloud and my bros They talking sh** but we talking goals Gettin' money that's all I know In this sh** and I been the sh** And I did this sh** all on my own [Verse 2: Angel Haze] Okay, they let me loose and I'm at it b**h I'm noose neckin' this rap sh** Got a gang of hoes on my matress You a b**h n***a, you manson Man I'm too much for you n***as I could murder you on yo own song Give my flow some turbo End up breakin n***as like O-zone k** a n***a quicker than a mili to his temple Drag his f**in' body beneath the 2 cylinder You too weak, and me I'm too villainous Ain't sh** safe b**h I ain't through k**in' it b**h I'm hard as I do claim, b**h I'm harder than you claim I get on anybody's song and make that sh** part of my food chain Boom, bang, bang, boom, b**h 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 b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] They done f**ed up, fetch the bong Remix b**h I'm extra on I'm rollin weed, overseas Funk Volume b**h we finna set the tone Can't trust 'em, f** it, put em' in a bucket Wanna see my dick so you could hug it? Came a long way for n***as to f** with me the long way Independent on the motherf**ing 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, n***as get to witness the b**hes that really groupie for a livin' I'm at the show, she at the front, now she at the hotel trying to get the motherf**in' business Hold up, hold up, why everybody on my dick? Is it cause I rip songs, hit bongs, with hit songs and n***as 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 motherf**in' cover