Trust Us

Lyrics for Trust Us

Ayo, I'm a nigga that like boxing So when I help you catch a red eye, I ain't talking flight options You ain't never took your wife shopping Y'all little pieces of shit remind me of mice droppings I had to stop ice shopping, I buy houses If it's a nice profit, I might cop it Negotiating terms with the bank Making sure I'm comfortable with my loan like Stockton A hundred grand at my Asian boo house Had a Chinese, Korean, even date a few Laots I'm the truth, I got proof, y'all ain't able to doubt See I made it through droughts, I know haters who vouch Way back, my first track was the baby blue house Made my neighbors move out, got my name from shootouts But a nigga still bringing coupes out All my V's got a stash in the front like a kangaroo pouch, trust The silk Santa Beamer, French vanilla creamer Flacks on the hanger, I just left the cleaners Call baby girl, bring that candy over My favorite snack, milk chocolate areolas They pitch coochie at him with enthusiasm Big booby white ones, big booty black ones Kate Moss, Tracee Ross I decorate steak and squash with a tangy sauce Vacaciones en High Daughters On the ranch we fed sugar cubes to blind horses You could do the same if you got focus Ain't got off the cajones for a hot moment The jacket hard, Macintosh Apple red Don't make me scoop you off your feet, you got fragile legs I been training for eight weeks to kick You gotta pay a sanction and fees to be the champ How these silly rappers deceiving the culture? Shit, I don't speak to a vulture La Costa Nostra carry heat in the holster That's like Chi Chi trying to speak to a Sosa You're not a ransom I found your label advancements in the crease of my sofas I'm well off You spent how much for that piece on that choker? You fell off With all your ten carat bracelets and cheap watches Please stop it 'Cause the shallowest niggas got deep pockets Childish antics and immature games to increase optics Three chopsticks'll turn all your thoughts into Asian dinners Brace for winter Hard to duplicate mics that was made for sinners I'm a sore loser, I never get front as a graceful winner Praying up as many dead faces to break a printer Place your chin up Your stomach is growling, your face is slimmer Avons could turn to D'Angelos when they face a stringer Place your finger gently on the gun when you hold the trigger Wrote a scripture, Sterling K. could play me in a motion picture Duffel