Can't Trust A Soul Lyrics - Dreezy

[Intro: Dreezy & PnB Rock] 

They talk bout money, they ain't really gettin' it huh 

Lil bitch! 

Don't give a fuck nigga 

Bitch you ain't low 

It's Dreezy, Rock, let's get it 

[Chorus: PnB Rock] 

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it 

They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it 

These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey 

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' 

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low 

Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know 

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul 

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it 

They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it 

These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey 

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' 

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low 

Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know 

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul 

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[Verse 1: Dreezy] 

I don't need nobody 

I'm whippin' a lowbody (lowrider) 

The dock gotta human inside 

The engine is robotic 

I pull up reverse, then I hop in a 'Vert 

Then switch up the whole topic 

These bitches be fucking these niggas for nothin' 

They ain't gettin' no profit 

I'ma go shop when I land 

Hop on a plane with no bags 

I know I'm makin' them mad, went and got[?] 

Tell him to go a lil faster 

He got that top like a grad, I'ma put him ahead of the class 

Either way I ain't givin' no pass 

Niggas be faking like a [?] on a mask 

Ball so hard, fell in love with the feeling so I let go 

I just got top from a Muslim and I told him as-salamu alaykum 

I don't fuck with nobody, let his mama say 

I'm goin' through a phase yeah 

Shoulda known you a back stabber 

Had a knife tatted on your face yeah 

You know it's cash when I talk 

Balenciaga when I walk 

The hatin' shit won't get you far 

[?] coupe is the car 

Got a whole thang on me right now 

Smell like a P when I walk 

Know I said I want a couple M's 

But know I want B's in the vault 

It's Dreez! 

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[Chorus: PnB Rock] 

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it 

They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it 

These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey 

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' 

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low 

Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know 

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul 

These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it 

They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it 

These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey 

They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' 

I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low 

Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know 

Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul 

[Verse 2: Dreezy] 

I'm doin' 80 on the E-way out in Calabasas 

My eyes don't see no pussy niggas through these Gucci glasses 

I pull up in that 911 they like,