| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I know you love her, but you better not trust her | 
| Better put your bitch in handcuffs, cause a nigga named Ludacris might just bus | 
| her | 
| Bus her wide open, bus her bus her wide open | 
| I beat that pussy purple, like that stuff that I am smoking | 
| purple potion, motion | 
| They say it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion in the ocean, | 
| I say bitch you’s a lie | 
| When I insert, I’ll have you gone | 
| Make you leave your man alone | 
| Having you, a picture on your camera phone | 
| And it’s on, it’s out of site | 
| Shots of Patrone, another night | 
| Face down, ass up | 
| Throw it back, get it right | 
| And you be Captain Save Her now, constantly just | 
| I her with my number two, | 
| I tried to tell you not to trust her, dawg | 
| I work her out, specially when Luda flex his muscle, dawg | 
| I guess what I’m tryna say | 
| I know you love her, man | 
| But every night my private goes undercover, man | 
| Luda! | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, | 
| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust | 
| Gucci Luda throwing up | 
| And I know her but still don’t | 
| you love her | 
| Damb your girlfriend | 
| my hood to your neighborhood | 
| Ice game, 6 gang exalence | 
| Slipped though, got drunk and bring | 
| I don’t trust hoes then, and I don’t trust hoes now | 
| the lights | 
| She your girlfriend, but she | 
| On the weed, smoking on pounds | 
| right now |