Rico Nasty - Trust Issues lyrics

Yeah, Rico kennyyy

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

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

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

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