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I wanna sing y'all a brand new song I just wrote called, "Don't Trust Them New N***as Over There"
Sing along if you know the words
Ah-ah-ahem, a-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Don't trust them new n***as over there
Leaving they n***a essence in the air
Them happy, nappy head n***as with their fingers on the trigger, don't trust them new n***as over there
(I get my work from the narco)
Sh*t, you know what's going on
Don't trust them new n***as over there
For real

Put this mud in your cup, let your mind race
Take these shots full of lead, not Bombay
"Just breathe," the last words that his mom said
Did he die? I told him, yeah, lil' John Wesley
The flu flammer, I'm a millionaire, crime pays
Silly opps, should've killed you up at John Mayer
No longer, but he living, no John Deere
Who fled the scene in a poncho? That's John Doe
A hundred pounds on a PJ, I'm Ralo
.223s, don't you ever get too macho
Every time I sprint a lap, I left nachos
That's Chip Skylark in the Frito van, parked up, you know the truth
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, "Don't you ever trust n***as"
Keep your secrets to yourself, I am not your best friend
Leave a comment on my 'Gram, you gon' get stretched after
Good vibes on the roof, now we eating catch platters
My mama told me as a kid, "Don't you ever trust n***as"

'Cause n***as is broke, 'cause n***as is conniving
'Cause n***as'll take your last if they can't go outside with you
'Cause n***as is greedy, n***as wanna be on TV
'Cause n***as want everything you got, but won't feed you
These n***as is broke, these n***as conniving
These n***as'll take your last if they can't go outside with you
These n***as is greedy, these n***as wanna be on TV
These n***as want everything you got, but won't feed you

I don't need new friends, I don't meet new n***as
All these n***as see-through, I can peep right through 'em
Put the beatbox on him, made him sing like Tory
I don't trust you, don't gotta trust me, but I'ma warn you
Sh*t, n***a
Don't trust them new n***as over there
Sh*t, for real
She selling n***s up on OnlyFans (Sh*t, you never know why these n***as mad, n***a mad 'cause his b*t*h on me, man)
How many dudes can control that anger? (Sh*t, n***a, how many n***as you seen get chipped over hoes?)
They wanna move, what you on right now? (Sh*t, I got all the dough right now, I'll give you a smack)
7.62s on my phoneline ringing (Yeah, think I'm not shifty, I'll blow one of you stupid-a** n***as)
We take his mask off, I know that n***a (Sh*t, it be the n***as you closest to that tryna backdoor you)
Family and news using throwback pictures (Sh*t, damn, where all that n***a tattoos go?)
Don't trust them new n***as (I don't know that n***a, you keep that)
For real, mm
I don't trust them new n***as over there, n***a (I don't)
Sh*t, I don't trust them old n***as over there, n***a, I don't trust none of these n***as (Over there)
N***as are not to be trusted
N***as are slimy, conniving, n***a (You know the truth)
You know the truth

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