Az Izz, Az Izz feat. Qua Z Mo — Nunya

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I don’t trust none of you niggas, yeah I’m sayin’ it
I don’t trust none of you niggas

VERSE 1

I’m the dude with the gram cool with the fams
Get my passport I’m due in Japan
Timberland boots keep ya Louie Vuitton’s
Tight jeans and ya Vans looking as fruity as you can
Change ya’ name to fruit loop, Toucan Sam
You ain’t fly you ain’t flee nigga, you can’t jam
Ya shorty’s riding with me, she’s part of my Poon Tang Clan
And it’s obvious to see I’m a new damn man
So don’t be acting up got a team of hitters in gatz we trust
Another one bites the dust
One by one I put ’em on ice the black Gretzky bruh
You working on a poodle I’m working on a pet Zebra
Ya wifey be like me wan sex Az Izza
Next time u go America bring extra visa
Send me extra pies extra cheese
Make sure you send him a pound of the bestest reefer
Silly me illiteraly in little Italy
Hundred geez on the head of any nigga trying to get rid of me
Do this shit since little league you can never belittle me
RIP to Heavy D Mista bum diddly diddly
I freak flows with no cheat codes
Hittin’ free throws as I I get skulls
Cheap street clothes and my pistol
In my hoodie just how the shit goes

HOOK
I don’t trust none of you niggas, yeah I’m sayin’ it
I don’t trust none of you niggas

VERSE 2
I’m rolling dutches smoking loud
Bad bitch from Okinawa her booty’s poking out
Still move and shake in these streets hit the mall once a week
Get an ill pair of sneaks
Got my top back big wheels speakers knocking as I cruise by
The people watching he’s the option
It’s Az Izz I just hooked up a mean concoction
Everything true beef and broccoli I’m chief comanche
You copped them Dre beats I copped those too
You copped them Jordan retro 8’s I copped those too
I copped the watch and the chain, you copped those too
Now that’s hip hop what we supposed to do
If you only knew I roll with them Jews and sharks
That throw pool parties in amusement parks drink booze and spark
This style’s inspirational
You wilding out like Nick Cannon dressed in Jamaican clothes
Dead man walking like Vandersloot
Hopping out a ghost but it turn into a phantom coup
Then hop in a Lambo coup drinking Campbell soup
Type shit that, young niggas that gamble do
Ya whole career is a publicity stunt
How you black ain’t kick a rap about your history once
Black history month
I sniff smoke you sniff coke my shit’s dope
I get dope from white girls with rich folks

HOOK

‘Cos I don’t trust none of you niggas, yeah I’m sayin’ it
I don’t trust none of you niggas