Trust a Soul lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, Thrax, let me get one more)

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Waitin' on this motherf*ckin' bag 'bout to touch
Off the drank, just put a three-five in my blunt (Wock', ooh, sh*t)
My eyes gettin' stick
And my b*tch Crip with the four-five on tuck
Yeah, I'm 'bout a bale, me and my n*ggas fightin' over sales
Tryna get my cuz back home, he in and out of jail
Tryna get the trap back goin', this b*tch dry as hell
Since the pandemic, n*ggas really ain't got sh*t to sell (Nah)
Snitchers ain't snitchers no more, they ain't even got sh*t to tell
n*ggas start off racin', now they finished, man, that sh*t the real
But I don't miss a meal, I go get this sh*t for real
Swear to God, if I'm lyin', Jesus, come and get the wheel

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul
[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
When we spin, we'll make cars crash like Beyblades
Think I'm sweet, told her I'll give her nuts for a payday
You ain't no boss, you just workin' for a pay raise
Your homie in the pen' and you ain't never sent a J-Pay
Road runner, not no store runner, you ain't never seen a H-Way
Givenchy with the Louis, bro, that ain't in your pay grade
Got them foreign whips, diamonds that be hittin'
I be gettin' money out a b*tch his n*ggas trick on
Free the gang and them, they on iPhones, not flip phones
Bay bay kid, I ain't never went to school but my wrist was frozen
n*ggas be grown-ass men, tryna get a loan
Play with me, I got that special beam cannon like Piccalo, the Plug

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul
Big bankrolls, Mike Amiris on
Waitin' for the bag to get back to city low
Ridin' [?], clutchin' on the pole
That's how I got to be 'cause I don't trust a soul