Trust Me
Lil Yachty
GENRE
[Intro]
Ohh, ahh
Trust me, trust me, trust me
It don’t make sense, trust me, trust me
Tryna make it make sense
It don’t make sense
Tryna make it make sense
It don’t make sense (No)
Tryna make it make sense
No, no, no
[Verse]
Countin’ them racks (Them racks), countin’ them racks too easy
Real hot boy (Hot boy), real hot boy like Beezy
Used to be broke (Broke), no they didn’t play my CD
Now I’m too rich, big house worth 24 TV’s (I’m on)
Nigga done made 240, go back them folks gon’ need me
Two bad hoes in my room, so hard to keep this shit PG
This bitch is my favorite cause’ she lease like Nini
Summer time with a beanie, rubbin’ my wood, no genie
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (On God)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (On God)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (Okay)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
Ohh, ahh
Trust me, trust me, trust me
It don’t make sense, trust me, trust me
Tryna make it make sense
It don’t make sense
Tryna make it make sense
It don’t make sense (No)
Tryna make it make sense
No, no, no
[Verse]
Countin’ them racks (Them racks), countin’ them racks too easy
Real hot boy (Hot boy), real hot boy like Beezy
Used to be broke (Broke), no they didn’t play my CD
Now I’m too rich, big house worth 24 TV’s (I’m on)
Nigga done made 240, go back them folks gon’ need me
Two bad hoes in my room, so hard to keep this shit PG
This bitch is my favorite cause’ she lease like Nini
Summer time with a beanie, rubbin’ my wood, no genie
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (On God)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (On God)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, let’s go, let me get that sack, back
Niggas ain’t in my tax, brack’ (On God)
Niggas over here cuffin’ hoes
Boy that’s just my late snack (On God)
If you could see in my mind
You would understand, that this ain’t that
Ain’t tryna be understood, my poppa out the hood
Inside of my Maybach wood
Basically, all my family good
I do what you can’t
You strugglin’ to do what you could (Okay)
Fuck wrong with niggas, do they really think they got me shook
This shit misunderstood, aye
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