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Trust Nothing (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
jayme stoesser
jayme stoesser
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Banger) Huh? What? Yeah, huh? Huh? What? Nah, nah, huh? What? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Huh? What? Von Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (What? What?) When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through) Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few) I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What? Nah, nah) I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah) I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (It really was nothin') We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (I started off fuckin') I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (yeah, yeah) Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in (I put my) She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how) I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm) I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah) I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin') I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (nah, nah, I know that it's somethin') I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know that she fuckin') Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy) You playin' it off, but it's killin' you, nigga (damn) Your bitch on my dick, she be feelin' a nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) This bitch got you ready to kill you a nigga (damn, damn) Straight drill you a nigga, you killin' me, nigga (boom, boom, boom) But I ain't trippin', I'm still on my pimpin' (nah) She think that I'm slippin', I'm keepin' it pimpin' (I'm keepin' it) Just bought me two Glocks and I'm keepin' 'em with me (I'm keepin' 'em with me) That bitch broke your heart, got you roamin' the city (boom) I got me a .30 (uh), but I tote the .50 Let's not talk about murders, they know I get busy (huh? Boom, boom) I don't act like I'm savage, they know that it's in me (boom, boom) I don't question my guys, I know that they with me (I know that they) But back to this bitch, she say that she with it (say that she with) She textin' my phone, she tell me, "Come get me" (she tell me, "Come get me") He holdin' a million, she think that we splittin' (she think that we splittin') I'm pullin' up now and I'm killin' her (boom, boom) Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (What?) When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through) Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few) I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What?) I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah) I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin') We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off) I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom, boom) Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how) I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm) I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah) I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (Say that it's nothin') I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know that it's somethin', yeah) I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know that she fuckin', yeah) Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy, go) Can't trust a bitch far as I can throw her (no) Cap to me, said her daddy was a grower Too good to be true when she told me the tea (why?) Didn't have no exotic, just locked up a midget Got kicked out of school sellin' weed in the kitchen (hmm?) Snapback, white collar shirt, and some Dickies (trap) Quick to put me a bitch in detention Ask Tavo, I been like this for a minute The hood got too hot, so I moved to the 'burbs Ferrari sit low, I step out on the curb (skrrt) She get off at five, then pull up at six By seven, she ate me and already split (uh) Hope you not ready to die 'bout that bitch 'Cause this ho ready to go to war 'bout that dick (swerve) I keep two or three hoes, one too close to zero Like NASCAR tires, I rotate a bitch Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (What?) When I get this check, ho, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through) Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few) I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh? What?) I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah) I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (It really was nothin') We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off) I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom, boom) Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how) I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm) I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah, yeah) I ask her what's wrong and she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin') I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know that it's somethin') I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know that she fuckin') Ho thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)
Writer(s): Demario White, Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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