"Trust Us" lyrics

[38 Spesh:]
Huh
Ayo

I'm a nigga that like boxing
So when I help you catch a red-eye, I ain't talkin' flight options
You ain't never took your wife shoppin'
Y'all little pieces of shit remind me of mice droppings, huh
I had to stop ice shoppin'
I buy houses, if it's a nice profit, I might cop it
Negotiatin' terms with the bank
Makin' sure I'm comfortable with my loan like Stockton
A hundred grand at my Asian boo house
Had a Chinese, Korean, even date a few Laos
I'm the truth, I got proof, y'all ain't able to doubt
See I made it through droughts, I know haters who vouch
Way back, my first track was the baby blue house
Made my neighbors move out, got my name from shootouts
But a nigga still bringin' coupes out
All my V's got a stash in the front like a kangaroo pouch
TRUST

[Smooth Haynes:]
The silk Santa Bimmer, French vanilla creamer
Slacks on the hanger, I just left the cleaners
Call baby girl, bring that candy over
My favorite snack, milk chocolate areolas
They pitch coochie at him with enthusiasm
Big booby white ones, big booty Black ones
Katie Moss, Tracee Ross
I decorate steak and squash with a tangy sauce
Vacaciones en Honduras
On the ranch we fed sugar cubes to blind horses
You could do the same if you got focus
Ain't got off the cajones for a hot moment
The jacket hard, Macintosh Apple red
Don't make me scoop you off your feet, you got fragile legs
I been trainin' for eight weeks to kick
You gotta pay a sanction and fees to be the champ, TRUST

[Ransom:]
How these silly rappers deceivin' the culture?
Shit, I don't speak to a vulture
La Costa Nostra, carry heat in the holster
That's like Chi Chi trying to speak to a Sosa
You're not a ransom, I found your label advancements in the crease of my sofas
I'm well off, you spent how much for that piece on that choker?
You fell off with all your ten carat bracelets and cheap watches
Please stop it 'cause the shallowest niggas got deep pockets
Childish antics and immature games to increase optics
Three chopsticks'll turn all your thoughts into Asian dinners
Brace for winter, hard to duplicate mics that was made for sinners
I'm a sore loser, I never could front as a graceful winner
Prayin' up as many dead faces to break a printer
Place your chin up, your stomach is growlin', your face is slimmer
Avons could turn to D'Angelos when they face a stringer
Place your finger gently on the gun when you hold the trigger
Wrote a scripture, Sterling K. could play me in a motion picture, duffel