Trust

Lyrics

[Intro] (808 Jackboys) [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] It's easy to love me when I'm up What if I fell off? You gon' help me run it up? Show 'em your ID and walk out with an X Plus? You know my face hot, I'ma be waitin' in the truck Can I trust you with my BIN? You gon' bring my cut or you gon' run off with your friends? The real question is what if the feds box you in? You gon' rat me out or you gon' take it to the chin? Is you a real bitch or all that talkin' just pretend? What if I go back to the pen? You claim you gon' hold me down and send me money But talk is cheap, you been done fucked one of the homies What if I worked at Wendy's? Couldn't get your hair done 'cause I was savin' every penny You would probably call me broke, a ham, lame, or stingy Got more cheese than Whole Foods, but I hope that ain't why you with me [Verse 2: Pretty Brayah] What? Nigga, what's your motives? That's the question Would you knock me up and leave me with the baby stressin'? Are you the type to try to fuck my bestie or my cousin? The type to fuck a stripper, try to tell me it ain't nothin'? Nigga, fuck? Are you the type to be a hubby? Or would you cop a model if a bitch started to get chubby I help you get them phones and you leave me out with nothin' So I send the jack boys and you play me to the public Nigga, what? Do you love me? Can I trust you? First date, would you judge me if I fucked you? Tellin' your friends and I helped you with them bands Would you hold a bitch down? What if the judge gave me ten, nigga? [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] If you got ten, I'd probably leave Know if they gave me six months, I wouldn't see you But that's fine by me, 'cause I don't need you You ain't the only bitch with good pussy on my dick, boo What if your friends told you I was cheatin'? Would you believe me if I told you I wasn't creepin'? Or cut up all my clothes while I was sleepin'? You shouldn't even be my bitch if that's all it take to leave me [Verse 4: Pretty Brayah] Listen, I'm the type to finish shit if we done Bag his dad and make that lil' nigga my son I ain't gon' lie, your dick really got me sprung But these questions got me trippin', so don't play, you got the one And, bro, I seen the hoes you like, I love bitches too But you boostin' up the hype, you know them bitches through My pussy sprung a couple niggas, but I picked you So count your fuckin' blessings, we together, so that's it, boo I don't wanna hear no what ifs, I think that Boy you thinkin' way too hard and I can't think back Now help me trust you, leave the questions for the future Heard the one who overthinks the most really be the chooser (808 Jackboys)