Trust (remix) (feat. Tory Lanez)

New style (new style)
New vibe (new vibe)
Some of them are rats, you can smell 'em
Damn! fuckin' right

Say the thing's tight
Yeah, everything's good
Wrist all icy
Girl's all spicy
Can't find no dirty girl and call her wifey
Pure ghetto stories like Mister Mikey
Hot girl, hot girl, the price is real high
Move real bougie, like an action movie
All the guys just got back shots for the groupies
Man's maxed out, don’t act shocked for no loosies
Baby
Give me that Benz, let me mess it up
A little shorty breaks it down and then she touches up
From the back, I give her a back shot and I break it up
She gives me the name, the wickedest slam, I gotta cuff it up
Yeah
All Louis Vuitton, I don’t do Nike
No dirty girl to get cuffed and called wifey
Top shotta, so we move real spicy
Fuck one girl, send her home in my white tee
Screw those pussy boys, I know they don’t like me
When I come around, you better speak highly of me
Ackee and saltfish, make sure it’s oily
Can’t let my wifey know I got a side piece
Shenseea
Cocky and smiley
Bad girl, bad girl
Moving real wild
I don’t trust a man who moves slimy
Come in like a push button, try me
Ooh yeah

I don’t trust phones, I don’t own, I don’t like it
Pictures going around, saying Simone, she’s my wifey
A bunch of fuzzy pics suggesting I might knife it
All over Instagram, messing with my psyche
I don’t trust a man who switches for a Nike
Six was his general, now he’s saying Mickey
Can’t trust no man claiming they’re strikey
And they’re in a video showing people

They will sell you out, they will sell you out
Your so-called friends, I’m telling you about
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
'Cause a lot of them are real turncoats

Can’t trust nobody, they’ll let out your secret
Don’t lend them your stuff, they’ll kill you to keep it
Don’t trust nobody, when you do things, don’t speak it
They’re on social media leaking it
So if you meet a girl and you plan to freak it
If you go to her house, make sure you sweep it
Find the cameras anywhere she keeps it
If she goes to the bathroom, make sure you peek (cause)

I don’t trust phones, I don’t own, I don’t like it
Pictures going around, saying Simone, she’s my wifey
A bunch of fuzzy pics suggesting I might knife it
All over Instagram, messing with my psyche
I don’t trust a man who switches for a Nike
Six was his general, now he’s saying Mickey
Can’t trust no man claiming they’re strikey
And they’re in a video showing people

They will sell you out, they will sell you out
Your so-called friends, I’m telling you about
They will sell you out, they will sell you out
'Cause a lot of them are real turncoats.