Tray Lunar – Untrust lyrics

Yh!
Young wishes man
Yo Dj Thugg, A - Slime, wed up?
Uh, Mhdox
''Rrraaa''

I started from the bottom
On my way up Tray Wisdom
Give it up to Michael Lele , he's my homie for a reason
Shouts D j Thugg, Dj Vision , Young Season
You soldiers been called, cuz' I want y'all to listen
I don,t give a fuck about dem' fake rappers creepin'
A - Slime wed up?
Bro you better start gymin'
I love that bitch, but she left for a reason
Now am married to the gym cuz' I hate that reason
I said am winning in the fucking suckling loosing season
These rappers don,t get it
They still asking questions
Am feeling pretty grotty cuz' you hoes acting dully
I still don,t give a fuck about dem' rappers acting funny
Dem' flow ''bla bla bla'' I call it bitches rap
My flow got groin
Nigga I call it flow defense
Ayo! Chance The Rapper. Bro you better take your chances
My name is Tray Lunar and I need just the chance
Uh

Twice a chance a God Mistake
If you not first, then you last hoe!
Son of winners don,t loose nigga
'We don,t loose'
This year we trusting nobody
Yh, uh
We trusting nobody
'Don,t trust'em'
Uh, yh
We trusting nobody
'Don,t trust'em'
Yh
Untrust'em man!
'Don,t trust'em'

They made a whole lot of promises that hadn't been fulfill
This year am in here for the task up on hill
This flow came up a trump, and is mainly dress to kill
I wrote this for the realest and the men for themselves
I use to burn up then kid, now hot as hell
They never wanna say it. They always wanna tell on me
Lunar did this, about to do that
You must be stupid if you think I'll gon' give up
Until your truck broke down, I still won't back down
I know you wanna be king, but the crown is sleeping with me
I need a back seat driver that never wanna drive
I don,t trust no more and I mean it not a halve
If the six ain't paying nigga go back for the five
These bitches ain't loyal, dem' bitch ass bitches
These niggas ain't loyal too, dem' bitch ass niggas
Yh!
Dem bitch ass niggas
Uh

Twice a chance a God Mistake
If you not first, then you last hoe!
Son of winners don,t loose nigga
'We don,t loose'
This year we trusting nobody
Yh, uh
We trusting nobody
'Don,t trust'em'
Uh, yh
We trusting nobody
'Don,t trust'em'
Yh
Untrust'em man!
'Don,t trust'em'

R.I.P to the Prodigy
Mr. P!
Amony .K on the mix
Dj Thugg, COAST Homies
Tray Lunar baby
Ill! Am Champ!