Trust Issues - Rico Nasty

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 I’m 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 full 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 emdom

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 pooped a bean, I ain’t talkin' 'bout a pento

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 with 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 loafs

Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fenty tote

Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles

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 that 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 fye

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 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 teachin' me, well, bitch, I shoulda bought yo ass

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 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 with 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 loafs

Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fenty tote

Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles