Trust Issues

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Rico Kennyyy [Verse 1] They keep tryin' hard to get at me but I don't think it's stickin' They only wanna beef with me because they see me winnin' It's diamonds in my ear, so it's hard for me to listen Bitch, 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 Bitch, I'm a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel Car paid for, cash, and you ridin' in a rental Diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental Stab you with a pencil if you don't get the memo This shit too simple, smokin' on indo Racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow I just got to the party so I'm gonna sip mo' Pockets fat, so you know they won't fold She just popped a bean, I ain't talkin' 'bout a pinto If you lookin' for me, I be everywhere you can't go [Chorus] I'm with the shit, 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 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 locs Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fendi tote Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles [Verse 2] Talk shit, adiós, I need my money vámonos I like cheese, no nachos, they like, "where you get those?" I touch mo' money than a bitch who work at Wells Fargo I got people turnin' heads everywhere that I go Kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye Talkin' too much, my niggas pull up with that five Five grams to the face, bitch, 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 and I be where the dollars at I make mo' money than my old teachers and I'm proud of that You thought you was teachin' me, well, bitch, I shoulda taught yo' ass I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast Whatever you say outcha mouth you gotta stay true to that I hopped in a foreign, I might just do the dash Rich bitch in the passenger, I hope I don't fuckin' crash [Chorus] I'm with the shit, 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 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 locs Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fendi tote Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles