Lyrics Trust In My Bros (feat. Rowdy Rebel) - Handsome Shooter

Ain't no half stepping with my gangstas
We don't do that talking pointing fingers (Shhh)
In the club I probably got my banger (For real)
Shit, whether you like it or not (C'mon)
How she pushing P on a player?
How you stack that paper up in layers?
How your people kicking major flavors? (C'mon)
Shit, I'm on my way to the top
Windows tinted
When I'm spinning
Do it doli cause niggas be switching
Got a shot but he ain't gon click it
How many times he got a put on a mission?
Put my trust
In my smithing
Try to run but you ended up slipping
Acting tough how you ended up missing
Pussy boy I know ya ain't with it
I know ya ain't with it (At all)

I know you ain't with it (Nah)
I whip like a chemist
Drilling your sturdy bitch I'm a menace (Nigga)
No I'm not Dennis (Nah)
You start it I finish (You know that)
I aim for the head
Kill on the spot
Then I'm back to the business
I'm getting it, I'm getting, I'm getting it
Trying to kick it like fifa
Smoking gas like khalifa
Made it far from them bleachers
Head shot he a leaker
Drum louder than a speaker
Send a prayer I'm a preacher (Oh lord)
Shooters aim I'm a creeper
Rowdy up it he a reaper (Rowdy look)
Cross my heart and hope to die
Chrome heart on my back, I slide
Make it hot like July
You get money but you lie
In the kitchen whipping pies
Cross me over you gon die
Futuristic gun, surprise
Take your whore and say goodbye

Windows tinted
When I'm spinning
Do it doli cause niggas be switching
Got a shot but he ain't gon click it
How many times he got a put on a mission?
Put my trust
In my smithing
Try to run but you ended up slipping
Acting tough how you ended up missing
Pussy boy I know ya ain't with it
I know ya ain't with it (At all)
Ain't no half stepping with my gangstas
We don't do that talking pointing fingers (Shhh)
In the club I probably got my banger (For real)
Shit, whether you like it or not (C'mon)
How she pushing P on a player?
How you stack that paper up in layers?
How your people kicking major flavors? (C'mon)
Shit, I'm on my way to the top

Chrome heart letters on the leather
I did Virgil for the sweater
I could make that pussy get wetter
Perc ten got me fucking her better
I rather the g six or a Tesla
Squeeze off, leave some bread on the dresser
Back to the streets nigga I can't let up
Glock ten don't make me do the berettas (Wait)
Who on hots? (Like who on hots)
Cause we on hots too (For real)
Who bend blocks? we bend blocks too
Who send shots? cause we send shots too (C'mon)
You do walk down we do run ups (We do what?!)
We shoot glocks we don't shoot jumpers
We drop bodies every summer
We take babies from they mothers

Windows tinted
When I'm spinning
Do it doli cause niggas be switching
Got a shot but he ain't gon click it
How many times he got a put on a mission?
Put my trust
In my smithing
Try to run but you ended up slipping
Acting tough how you ended up missing
Pussy boy I know ya ain't with it
I know ya ain't with it (At all)
Ain't no half stepping with my gangstas
We don't do that talking pointing fingers (Shhh)
In the club I probably got my banger (For real)
Shit, whether you like it or not (C'mon)
How she pushing P on a player?
How you stack that paper up in layers?
How your people kicking major flavors? (C'mon)
Shit, I'm on my way to the top