Yeah
Kristopher Rayne
Ghost the Gang nigga
I was one of them niggas too
Catching bodies. F*ckin thotties and shyt but then I figured...
When they busted me... I can't f*ck wit you
I got locked up and
All my niggas left me when they busted me
Grew up without my mama so it's f*ck bytches
Gotta try it for I buy it or I can't f*ck wit you
I got trust issues
I'm sorry shotty i can't fall in love with you
I thought us jyst f*cking was enough for you
Girl it's not your fault i really fw you
But i got trust issues
Bars comin they asked for this
A stars summoned
Be careful what you wish for you might start something
Asking for a champion but can't understand the plan he's running
Watching angels with harps while f*cking demons guitar strumming
Ain't nobody ever comin this hard that ain't went thru a little bitta heart crushing
Niggas claim they got yo side
But when it's time to ride they start running
So I'm by lonely now but that's ckool bytch I got gun for that
And if shotty wanna jyst f*ck and go I'm the one for that
But other than that it's f*ck bytches
F*ck you to my old niggas
All of y'all was hoe niggas
I don't f*ck wit no niggas
Except that nigga Snoh nigga
F*ck you to my ex bytch f*ck you to my next bytch
And F*ck you to the shotty I'm currently havin sex wit
I'm reckless
And that's why all these mfs fw me
Yo bytch on my dick can't get enough of me
If I shoot and you survive that shyt was luckily
Bytch I'ma bust at you before you bust at me
Lotta niggas got mad af that i signed
Let me remind
Ckuz when i was stuck af and shyt was f*cked up
Y'all was jyst fine
Y'all didn't mind
Whenever my back was turned y'all laughed at me
That's fine iont even mind
Ckuz now I'm out here on my grind
And all you suckas gettin left behind
Sick spit I'm the shyt I get it
But I'm thinkin I might quit
Shyt gets pathetic
When every body round talks down
And gets prophetic
Sayin you'll never get shyt but when shyts together
They say i knew that you would make it
Let us get some lettuce
Wait a minute lemme process this real quick
Wasn't you the same niggas that was hatin when i started
Now you all up on my dick real quick
I don't get this shyt
Kristopher Rayne - Trust Yssues Lyrics
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Yeah
Kristopher Rayne
Ghost the Gang nigga
I was one of them niggas too
Catching bodies. F*ckin thotties and shyt but then I figured...
When they busted me... I can't f*ck wit you
I got locked up and
All my niggas left me when they busted me
Grew up without my mama so it's f*ck bytches
Gotta try it for I buy it or I can't f*ck wit you
I got trust issues
I'm sorry shotty i can't fall in love with you
I thought us jyst f*cking was enough for you
Girl it's not your fault i really fw you
But i got trust issues
Bars comin they asked for this
A stars summoned
Be careful what you wish for you might start something
Asking for a champion but can't understand the plan he's running
Watching angels with harps while f*cking demons guitar strumming
Ain't nobody ever comin this hard that ain't went thru a little bitta heart crushing
Niggas claim they got yo side
But when it's time to ride they start running
So I'm by lonely now but that's ckool bytch I got gun for that
And if shotty wanna jyst f*ck and go I'm the one for that
But other than that it's f*ck bytches
F*ck you to my old niggas
All of y'all was hoe niggas
I don't f*ck wit no niggas
Except that nigga Snoh nigga
F*ck you to my ex bytch f*ck you to my next bytch
And F*ck you to the shotty I'm currently havin sex wit
I'm reckless
And that's why all these mfs fw me
Yo bytch on my dick can't get enough of me
If I shoot and you survive that shyt was luckily
Bytch I'ma bust at you before you bust at me
Lotta niggas got mad af that i signed
Let me remind
Ckuz when i was stuck af and shyt was f*cked up
Y'all was jyst fine
Y'all didn't mind
Whenever my back was turned y'all laughed at me
That's fine iont even mind
Ckuz now I'm out here on my grind
And all you suckas gettin left behind
Sick spit I'm the shyt I get it
But I'm thinkin I might quit
Shyt gets pathetic
When every body round talks down
And gets prophetic
Sayin you'll never get shyt but when shyts together
They say i knew that you would make it
Let us get some lettuce
Wait a minute lemme process this real quick
Wasn't you the same niggas that was hatin when i started
Now you all up on my dick real quick
I don't get this shyt
Kristopher Rayne
Ghost the Gang nigga
I was one of them niggas too
Catching bodies. F*ckin thotties and shyt but then I figured...
When they busted me... I can't f*ck wit you
I got locked up and
All my niggas left me when they busted me
Grew up without my mama so it's f*ck bytches
Gotta try it for I buy it or I can't f*ck wit you
I got trust issues
I'm sorry shotty i can't fall in love with you
I thought us jyst f*cking was enough for you
Girl it's not your fault i really fw you
But i got trust issues
Bars comin they asked for this
A stars summoned
Be careful what you wish for you might start something
Asking for a champion but can't understand the plan he's running
Watching angels with harps while f*cking demons guitar strumming
Ain't nobody ever comin this hard that ain't went thru a little bitta heart crushing
Niggas claim they got yo side
But when it's time to ride they start running
So I'm by lonely now but that's ckool bytch I got gun for that
And if shotty wanna jyst f*ck and go I'm the one for that
But other than that it's f*ck bytches
F*ck you to my old niggas
All of y'all was hoe niggas
I don't f*ck wit no niggas
Except that nigga Snoh nigga
F*ck you to my ex bytch f*ck you to my next bytch
And F*ck you to the shotty I'm currently havin sex wit
I'm reckless
And that's why all these mfs fw me
Yo bytch on my dick can't get enough of me
If I shoot and you survive that shyt was luckily
Bytch I'ma bust at you before you bust at me
Lotta niggas got mad af that i signed
Let me remind
Ckuz when i was stuck af and shyt was f*cked up
Y'all was jyst fine
Y'all didn't mind
Whenever my back was turned y'all laughed at me
That's fine iont even mind
Ckuz now I'm out here on my grind
And all you suckas gettin left behind
Sick spit I'm the shyt I get it
But I'm thinkin I might quit
Shyt gets pathetic
When every body round talks down
And gets prophetic
Sayin you'll never get shyt but when shyts together
They say i knew that you would make it
Let us get some lettuce
Wait a minute lemme process this real quick
Wasn't you the same niggas that was hatin when i started
Now you all up on my dick real quick
I don't get this shyt
Writer: Kris Hale
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