Trust Issues Lyrics

You know, had to make a song about trust issues foe

I'm in college right now

Niggas bitches getting bust down in a twin XL, like

This shit crazy as hell

This shit really just taught me

I can't trust nobody

Can't trust a city girl and can't trust a homebody

Money on the floor, then I'ma rake it up like Yo Gotti

Fuck

Nah, I'ma just talk my shit

Run it

I can't trust women

That's the worst in me

It made me ask my mom for proof that she gave birth to me

My favorite person fucked me over

I took that personally

Now I feel Sofia, cause the one that comes first is me

You can't tag along with me, bitch, you not purple jeans

Thinking it's a backdoor when a hoe try to flirt with me

If she try to post me, I'ma fade away

That's the Dirk in me (Nowitzki)

It was hand-me-downs

Now it's a Palm Angel shirt for me

I don't trust niggas

Bro ain't there? I am not coming

I just want to get the bucks and be gone like I'm Bob Duncan

Made 10 in my sleep

You was late night job hunting

JT got like four, five hoes

I told him, lob sum

Niggas bugging me I think it's time to bust the raid out

Me and gang make bands after school, like Lemonade Mouth

I'm caution, hella pain, they finna bring the yellow tape out

My name should be uvula, the way it's up in they mouth,

And if it's there, better take it out

I don't trust where your tongue been, so we ain't making out

You not Two-Strand Twists bitch

You not getting taken out

It's funny how our guns clapping made the nigga take a bow

(Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap)

That's a showstopper

Act hard, but soft on the inside

You a blow popper

LV and Amiri

I'm a real expensive clothes shoper

Seen how they did Kobe

Now I'm never trusting no chopers

See how I did shorty now I don't even trust motion,

And she still won't leave me

She Tyreek Hill

If I call her for the play, then she gonna bust open

(Ha, Ha)

I get the kill so easy

I'm only there for you if J, Meek or Akil don't need me

Wonder why I can't see good in hoes, I'm finna ask Stevie

I know a lot of people want me

But the bag need me

I catch a cold if my pape low, cause I'm bag nemic

I just walked in

Y'all be lying, so I am not here for talking

You hoes is passed around

I should call you bitches Spalding

I always keep the cannon with me like I'm vlogging

Shout out Joseph, cause I'm rushing (Russian) to the pape, No time for stalling (Stalin)

No time for stalling

And fasho no time to trust you

Got jets like a Swifter

If we race, I'm finna dust you

Talk to my rollie like my opps

I'm like bitch im finna bust you,

I'm Nike for the check, I never ask nigga, I just do

I'ma just do it like the slogan

Seen your shoes, don't know what them are, so let's ask DeRozan

I used to take L's a(Elsa) lot, but now my wrist is frozen

Opp got comfortable(convertible) outside and now his top is open

I wanted money,

Got the fame too,

But that was not the motive

Now I can't trust a soul, and that's a lot to cope with

You say you came from nothing, but been rich

Pick a plot to go with it

You can take as many pics as you want

You can't stop the motion

Yeah, the motion don't stop, and the money don't either

I don't trust my wife,

Bitch come sign this prenup

I ain't checking if you cheating hoe, I am not your teacher

I put the Franklins first,

Never last,

I ain't Aretha

She give me sloppy toppy, then I told the bitch to clean up

Damn, that shit disgusting

Thanks to my old bitch, I'ma always be distrusting

It really burst my bubble when I found out she was bussing

Yeah, she be bussing, she be bussing

When she ask what we is, I get to Michael Jordan shrugging

But the pussy so good, that shit made me hit the dougie

Like a pregnancy, lil' motion just turned nothin' into something

Pulled up with a variable, cause we brought something into function

In the party with a stick, it got a drum, you hear it coming

Pay for promo, but it's ass, you just bumping it for nothing

She wanna kick it, but I don't do the punting, cause you bitches running

Damnnnn

I just walked that bitch

What the fuck

Fuck

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JT: I aint know this nigga was still going