Lil Yachty - I DONT TRUST MY BITCH / OLD RED

Part I:

You in a drought!
I don't trust my bitch
E-ever
Nigga, you don't love your baby mama, nigga, you love me, bitch! (Huh, huh, yeah)
I don't trust my bitch
She don't trust me either
Booted up in the bed, she was geeked up on sativa
Damn, bitch, you a diva
Hide all my jewelry when I go to sleep at night cause
I don't trust my bitch
I don't trust no bitch
Nigga, I don't trust you either, nigga, or these slime ass bitches, you a pussy ass nigga (Ever)
I don't even trust these bitches I'm with, nigga
You a broke ass, lil' dick ass nigga (Yeah, yeah)
The fuck? (Go)
Bitch can't get my last
Bitches mad at me 'cause I won't pay cash for ass
'Leventh grade, sellin' hydrocodones in class
Look like a regular blick, you press this button, it's gon' blast (Flrrt!)
I've never seen my bitch house
Made a bitch come to me every time
Peanut, I need all them phones
Sticks and stones might break my bones, that's why I keep chrome
I dropped a bitch off right in the kitchen
So many plays on the phone, start glitchin'
"He say, she say," bullshit
Came back to me one-hundred percent fiction
Patek Phillipe, never had me a Nixon
I fell in love with a video vixen
I never go to sleep in front my bitches
Trust in the process, believe in the vision
Part II:

I got a thick bitch poppin' off 2 valiums
Halfway sleep while slidin'
This bitch think I'm childish
Put my foot on her head, and her back like Goblin
I need an old school '64
Ride around town, MAC-10 on my right hip
Back in my days, all the Glocks had a long clip
Back in my, back in my, back in my, back in my
Back on my old bitch, spinnin' the curb
Off of the syrup, I'm slurrin' my words
Fill my 'script, my bitch like percs
I'm with Draft Day, we don't fuck with you nerds
I was 18 with a dub in my jeans
Muslim lil' bitch like to call me, "Kareem"
(?...), I just popped me a bean
(?...) in my hand, I'ma (?...) like (?...)
Reckless as hell, put my foot on her head
Jump on that bitch like an old trampoline
Really too rich, my new bitch is a fiend
Pretty as hell, she in love with Bottega
Come to the 'crete, gotta meet The Omega
Concrete boys, we the new takers
(?...) gon' give him hell
Brand new brick, brand new bale
Hear y'all just came up an M
Hmm, really? I can't tell
Still, free all of my brims
Still, molly in my Timb's
Still, six hoes on my line
Treat them just like Sims
Let's flip a coin for your bitch, like a kickoff
She wanna fuck me, she takin' my Rick off
Upset as hell, gotta go get this shit off
Might drop the top on the east, let the stick off
Posted outside had to get me a-
I had to get me a fit off
Really too rich, I had got me assistants
Got me two sisters, suck on my pickle
Snuck in the club with that (?...) nickel
Fuckin' a substitute teacher from Brickle
Stopped drinkin' lean, but if P pull up with some old red
Shit, I might have me a little