Trust Issues Lyrics by Rico Nasty
[Intro]
Yeah, Rico
Kennyyy
[Verse 1]
They keep trying hard to get at me but I don’t think it’s sticking
They only wanna beef with me because they see I’m winning
It’s diamonds in my ear, so it’s hard for me to listen
B—h I’m worth a check, I bet you want for me to hit you
We ain’t that close, I bet you wanted me to kiss you
Outfit sick, I should be walkin with a tissue
B—h, I’m a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel
Car paid full cash and you riding in a rental
Diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental
Stab you with a pencil if you don’t get the memo
This s–t too simple, smoking on emdom
Racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow
[Verse 2]
I just got to the party so I’m gonna sip mo’
Pockets fat, so you know they won’t fold
She just pooped a bean, I ain’t talking ’bout a pento
If you looking for me, I be everywhere you can’t go
[Hook/Chorus]
I’m with the s–t, good or bad, either way it go
If you got a problem wit me, can you let me know?
I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let ’em show
I got trust issues, don’t nobody get too close
[Post-Hook/Chorus]
I got dough like a roll
Choppa make ’em hit dem folks
I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some loafs
Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
Riding with my b—–s and we stay with plenty poles
[Verse 3]
S–t, adiós, I need my money vámonos
I like cheese, no nachos
They like, “where you get those?”
I touch mo’ money than a b—h that work at Wells Fargo
I got people turning heads everywhere that I go
Kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye
Talking too much, my n—-s pull up with that fye
Five grams to the face, b—h, that’s a high five
You work a nine to five, I make nine bands five times
Guns like we in the army, hope you roger that
You tryna get a follow back but I be where the dollars at
I make mo’ money than my old teachers and I’m proud of that
You thought you was teaching me, well, b—h, I shoulda bought yo a-s
[Verse 4]
I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
What ever you say outcho mouth you gotta stay true to that
I hopped in a foreign, I might just do the dash
Rich b—h in the passenger, I hope I don’t f—–g crash
[Hook/Chorus]
I’m with the s–t, good or bad, either way it go
If you got a problem wit me, can you let me know?
I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let ’em show
I got trust issues, don’t nobody get too close
[Post-Hook/Chorus]
I got dough like a roll
Choppa make ’em hit dem folks
I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some loafs
Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
Riding with my b—–s and we stay with plenty poles
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