Trust

Lyrics
[Hook] I swear this shit confusing, don't know who to trust I been thinking reckless, don't know who to bust Backwood to the face got me zooted up Another backwood to the face now I'm zooted up [Verse 1] Back to business I guess Give it a rest, I'm killing the best I got your bitch in my section, lit as my neck I put some dick in her chest, then get her to step I broke my record last week of fucking bitches I just met Oh my god I fucking get it you upset Tell the truth I don't really care Chilling at the top looking round like I'm really here I just left a couple meeting with my billionaire homie Got the vision right, had to get the vision clear Really wasn't living right, wasn't even fair Really tryna get it right, if it isn't clear Now I'm feeling like I'm top six all time Okay my wrist on shine, bitch on fine I can't be bothered with them regular issues Regular bitches, regular visions Okay I'm looking at these checks I got irregular digits I'm stunting on my ex, I'm in a better position I'm still sipping the act, I got a better prescription Might count me up some racks, then I bet I'd go missing Okay they thought they caught me slipping But that never happened, never lacking Cheddar stacking, I'm forever macking Forever in and out the country Cribo's everywhere, I'm living everywhere I got bitches everywhere, man this shit is getting crazy [Hook] I swear this shit confusing, don't know who to trust I been thinking reckless, don't know who to bust Backwood to the face got me zooted up Another backwood to the face now I'm zooted up [Verse 2] OK my partners off the xan, he be booted up Better watch what you saying they might shoot it up She like you the man, I'm like true enough Yeah she like you the man, I'm like true enough Then she ask me for a bag, baby you don't do enough Matter fact you doing way too much, girl you play too much I think I like you better when you play the cut Yeah just get your paper up and don't say too much Highed up thinking 'bout my best move next Shout out jet blue, need a blue jet Fuck a blue check, need a new check Just got a new check via crew wet Just got a few things for my old thang I bet she gon' do thangs for this gold ring Fuck do you mean I need more green Young nigga smoking blue dream, sipping codeine [Hook x2] I swear this shit confusing, don't know who to trust I been thinking reckless, don't know who to bust Backwood to the face got me zooted up Another backwood to the face now I'm zooted up
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Credits
- Writers
- Kenny Turnup