Latex Gloves - Big Ghost Ltd. Version

(Trust)

Trust

Look

Wrapped in chinchilla to the ankle bone (you know the fly shit)

I'm that nigga, now I'm just gon' make it known (I'm that nigga)

My dog caught a body bustin' Draco chrome (huh?)

They gave him life behind them prison gates, he can't go home

I get the yayo gone, break a whole one down and make a zone (no cap)

'Cause in these streets, I'm a motherfuckin' staple on

He say he the king? Well, Machine come to take his throne

Take over the game like I'm Jordan when he played Malone (talk to 'em)

Spray the MAC-10s out a black Benz (brrr)

He dropped his Cartis runnin' from it, got a cracked lens (ahahaha)

Mama gone for days, been on a crack binge (no cap)

Walked to granny house, she got a packed fridge (granny)

Been about that action since the older days (huh?)

Niggas puttin' bodies on the throwaways (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Latex gloves on when we loadin' K's (brrt)

Ha, yeah

You should know what time we on, expectations that's highly wrong

Kicked a hole in the game before, multiple feuds by time he gone

Gotta be strong when you're poppin', the paparazzi forms

Sliders singin' in your local precinct like Omarion

Came a ways to get here and make it to a brocky arm

Careful, had to stash the rocket by the akhi jawn

Hermes on my way to the tomb, Versace-borne

You would think I'm repeatin' shit, I got several copies for 'em

Hatin' ain't gon' stop me, probably wish me body harm

Hand off to my dumb-out, get his kamikaze on

There'll always be forks in the road, this Maserati's for 'em

Y'all rap careers ain't workin' out, a bunch of sloppy songs

Quiet storms and beautiful murders for oxymoron

We in the town, there's vehicles houndin' and lobby swarms

They don't play, that's why we armed, every day, a body's drawn

Duck the criminal, the one your baby mom eyes be on

I have to move these blocks, meet me at the beauty shop

The one that's owned by my cutie-wop that got the booty shots

I ain't packin' a toolie Glock, absolutely not

Stash box case I get stopped by traffic-duty cops

My last interaction, they was askin' who we shot

Gave 'em no reaction, so they acted truly shocked

This ain't a movie, akh, I stack fruity rocks

There's diamonds and emeralds and rubies in my jewelry box

The cars that we got show y'all all who we not

15 hundred at the bar in Louis shots

Walkin' 'round your bitch crib in my drawers and Louis socks

Got me confused, dog, y'all thought who'd be stopped?

From upstate NY, a moody block

Play the gangster role and I'll make your movie stop

All hoes is birds, I'm where the bougie flock

I'll never let these groupie thots do me like Rudy pops, nigga

(Trust)

A Black man didn't put these bars on my hand

A Black man didn't do this

The police did this

Ain't no Black man did this