Trust Me Robb Bank$

[Verse 1]
Broward Bred, Broward Dead
Lick season can’t keep a hot boy cold (that right)
I pour em that and get inside like I’m Ino
Ain’t bout that life, I creep up on you like your first high
Then have sex with yo bitch, she rode a stick like a witch
Bitch I’m a mogul, Broward County, fresh out the Pokeball im growing
Boy I rep the Pewter City Gym Beach, sand Panamera
With a chest full of beans, now sit your ho, she see me
I keep it G, bitch make me wanna dig her out the sea, bitch
And she ain't gon be too long for yours till she gone
My mind on money im bettin on ball matches, im lickin niggas like haunter
Sistrunk hoes still live but Creek pussy where its at
Dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best
Box Chevy playing with that box in between them leggings
Shit how you rhyme, we could dunk exchange but I got 12s in my trunk man
Transparent bitch, from the North Pole
She come down to the 954 to tell me bout the snow
Aye numbers you hard to move I done made dance boys
Say fragile on my luggage, that molly keys like Miss did you drop these?
And you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once
Lame nigga, how my ‘Port burnin longer then your blunt?

[Hook]
Aye if he a fuck nigga mane tell him that
If he a fuck nigga, I say tell him that
Boy if he a fuck nigga I say tell him
It that
Mane if he a fuck nigga gon tell him that
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust
Me
Boy I don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust no nigga saying
Trust me