Yeah
Can I
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
If I can't, baby Imma have to pass you
I don't have the heart for this
So I can't feel shii
Black swagg, brown skin just like whiskey
If I let you taste
Baby you'll get dizzy
Flow pristine, doing it since sixteen
Cooking up in the stu
Mmm, cuisine
Then I serve it to my soljuhz like a canteen
Hotbox in the hotel, kicked out
That nigga wack, he like Mr Mosby
Twin thotties off the rip
No monogamy
Gotta stack these bills, like I'm Cosby
They was talking shiii, acting like they know me
Now they tryna wish me well, saying Godspeed
In the pits, going dumb
Catch a nosebleed
Yeah, and shout out Lilnosebleed
Flying out the trench
Double cup, muddy
Valentino Garavani on my baby wrist
She's so fly
1 of 1
She's so lusty
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
Can I
Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust, trust, trust
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
Can I, trust you
Like you trust me
Can I
Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust, trust, trust
Yeah