DJ Mustard - Don't Trust Nobody [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Chyeah
Mustard on the beat ho!

[Hook: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t fuck with nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I don’t trust nobody but myself, nigga

[Verse 1: Reem Riches]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
I hope you niggas get signed and get shelved
Fuck you, fuck your family, go to hell
Free all my real niggas out the cell
Talk shit, I’m at yo door like man
ATM, fuck you, that’s how I feel
They say my mouth might get me killed
I’m still alive though, I say what I feel
I’m in the field with some killas and some drug dealers
Like a valet to don, I’m just a thug nigga
I popped a pill, bitch nigga might trip out
Try the 9 millie and ya boy you break back
These snitches pinch me, taught me how you back
Smile in yo face, this the life of the rap game
All homies turn on you and they actin lame
All homies turn on you and they act lame
That’s a damn shame
Make me wanna knock nigga south like Sugga Shane
Mosby, you niggas phony
So called homies, that’s why I ride lonely

[Hook]

[Verse 2: RJ]
I don’t trust nobody but myself
Young rookie had a team
But my stripes on rep
Keep my swerve up small like
Those niggas tight sketch
But they know that that’s above
Ain’t my fault she tryna snip
So I turn in a full scale
Ignorin her texts, never dial back
Forward, ‘Cause I be on to the next
Now you see me, now you don’t so slide behind the tent
You the type of nigga that be sayin trust me, talkin lips
Got a clique full of soldiers with me when the war stands
One of my young niggas locked down for hoppin that fence
Funny how we all going down the same nigga
That snitch look
He wanna say names but I ain’t even gonna mention
That’s why I press nobody but myself, bitch
We can go to dinner, I ain’t payin, no I’m selfish
Never trust a bitch with some chips and get now tips
These niggas tricky like they lose on the heel flip
We getting money, all get in
No but some trail mix
Worried bout if I’m a G now not a mail man
She fucked her when she started expressin her friend
And asked me if I felt the same way
I hit er with that kill switch, damn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Killa Kam]
I don’t trust nobody but the clique now
I made my girl count the money with her tits out
Last week for some reason had a miscount
Now before she leave the crib get fresh now
I’m blowin up hella fast in this city
Startin to see the benefits of rap and a kidney
Usually hot style actions is handsy
I ain’t got time for niggas’ raps, getting naked
I trust nobody, don’t trust me
Just workin for the mills like a trustee
All these labels throwing deals put it’s pushing
I put my fam behind the wheel like I’m gonna pee
And if the pussy stink I don’t trust it
The beat and the bang if it ain’t Mustard
She know my street name, now my gove man
I’m still keeping secrets from girls that I’m in love with
I don’t trust bitches
I just fuck bitches with no love interest
All fuckin J, man these niggas talkin shit, ain’t far from a fake

[Hook]