Can't Trust Em (Remix)

[Intro: Jarren Benton] What up Dizzy? Jarren, Benton. [scratching noises] [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, fuck these niggas, I don't trust these niggas Pull the knife out the AK, and cut these niggas Put the knife back on the AK, I throw the AK away, I get the nunchuck and nunck these niggas I am, out of my mind, Jarren, you gon' really sniff all of those lines? Where the fuck were you when I was out on my grind? Stress bout to blow my brains out of my spine Insane in the membrane, sick with the pen game, y'all niggas been lame Frickin' faggot, gagged and fucked in the ass like the Gimp did Ving Rhames Eastside tyrant, little bit of vibe when I flee from the sirens I hit a nigga in the leg with a tire iron, and crack him in the fucking skull with a fire hydrant I'm a beast, I'm a god, I'm a killer, I'm a pimp, and I walk with a limp You're a geek, you're a lame, you're a bitch, you're a fag, bitch you talk with a lisp Like "Hey Dizz, pull your dick out, all we wanna do is party" Meanwhile, I'm with your fucking baby mom at the drive-thru at Hardy's She say "Yeah, I thought you were ballin'", bitch you see the Hardy's at Arby's Bougie ass trick still let a nigga hit, so I fucked her in the back of an RV What up to my nigga named Dizzy, hoes throw the pussy at a nigga like a frisbee Hatin' ass niggas gon' hate, better load up the guns, till the pussy ass niggas come kill me, feel me Chop ya, body up, put it in my locker, freeze it, cook it, put it in my pasta The chopper go 'brah' in your mouth like binaca, drop ya, call the fucking coroners and doctors Duct tape and rape ya, As-Salāmu `Alaykum, killers from Jamaica, they gon' let you meet your maker Funk Volume bitch, we don't need a fucking major, Mr Benton sickest motherfucker from Decatur [Hook] I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes I'm killing shit So I'm chilling with a marijuana cloud and my bros They talking shit but we talking goals Gettin' money that's all I know In this shit and I been the shit And I did this shit all on my own [Verse 2: Angel Haze] Okay, they let me loose and I'm at it Bitch I’m noose neckin' this rap shit Got a gang of hoes on my matress You a bitch nigga, you manson Man I'm too much for you niggas I could murder you on yo own song Give my flow some turbo End up breakin niggas like O-zone Kill a nigga quicker than a mili to his temple Drag his fuckin' body beneath the 2 cylinder You too weak, and me I’m too villainous Ain't shit safe bitch I ain't through killin' it Bitch I'm hard as I do claim, bitch I'm harder than you claim I get on anybody’s song and make that shit part of my food chain Boom, bang, bang, boom, bitch back, back better gimme some room I got a wild mind, I'm on a million shrooms Codeine cups look like a million prunes I'm ill, and I want it, those two deadly components Anything I'm in, I always win Can’t even picture havin' opponents Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] They done fucked up, fetch the bong Remix bitch I'm extra on I’m rollin weed, overseas Funk Volume bitch we finna set the tone Can’t trust 'em, fuck it, put em' in a bucket Wanna see my dick so you could hug it? Came a long way for niggas to fuck with me the long way Independent on the motherfucking budget Man I’m never putting this mic down, right now it's my lifestyle Change your lives on a high cloud, I got marijuana all in my white owl So the hoes wanna hit it, niggas get to witness the bitches that really groupie for a livin' I’m at the show, she at the front, now she at the hotel trying to get the motherfuckin' business Hold up, hold up, why everybody on my dick? Is it cause I rip songs, hit bongs, with hit songs and niggas wonder how I'm getting on like this Damn, find another lover Can't trust 'em cause we tired of each other Brother, Las Vegas will never have another Tell XXL want the motherfuckin' cover