Trust (remix) (feat. Tory Lanez)
New style (new style)
New feel (new feel)
Some a deh a rat yuh can smell dem
Damn! fuckin' right
Say di ting criss
Yeah, everyting irie
Wrist well icy
Chick well spicy
Cyaan find nuh dutty gyal and call dem wifey
Pure ghetto story like Mister Mikey
Hot gyal ah hot gyal ah tax real pricey
Move real bougie, action movie
All di man dem have is back shot fi di groupies
Man ah max out nuh act shock fi no loosies
Baby
Gimme di Benz punani, let mi fuck it up
A likkle shawty bruk it hard and then she touch it up
From the back mi give she a backaz and mi bruk it up
She gimme di nams di wickedest slam me haffi cuff it up
Yeah
Bare Louis Vuitton, me nah Nike
No dutty gyal fi get cuff and call wifey
Top shotta, so we ah move real spicy
Fuck one gyal, send she home in my white tee
Suck pussy boy dem me know seh nuh like me
When me come around, you fi speak pon me highly
Ackee and saltfish, mek sure it oily
Can’t me let me wifey know me have a side piece
Shenseea
Cock batty and smiley
Bad gyal ah bad gyal
Ah move real wildly
Me nuh trust man weh a move slimey
Come in like a push button pon me like try me
Ooh yeah
Mi nuh trust phone, mi nuh own, mi nu like it
Pictures a guh round, seh Simone, a mi wifie
Bay fuzzy picture weh suggest mi a knife it
All over instagram a fuck wid mi psyche
Mi nuh trust man weh switch don fi a Nike
Six was him general, and now him seh a Mickey
Can't trust no man weh claim dem a strikey
An dem ina video a show people
Dem will sell you out, dem will sell you out
Your so call friends them me a tell yuh bout
Dem will sell you out, dem will sell you out
Caa nuff a dem a real turn coat
Cyaa trust nobody dem will let out yuh secret
Nuh lend dem yuh Tings dem will kill yuh fi keep it
Don't trust nobody when yuh do tings nuh speak it
A dem deh pon social media a leak it
So if yuh meet a girl an yuh plan to freak it
If yuh guh her house mek sure yuh sweep it
A find di camera dem any where she keep it
If she guh bathroom mek sure yuh peep (caa)
Mi nuh trust phone, mi nuh own, mi nu like it
Pictures a guh round, seh Simone, a mi wifie
Bay fuzzy picture weh suggest mi a knife it
All over instagram a fuck wid mi psyche
Mi nuh trust man weh switch don fi a Nike
Six was him general, and now him seh a Mickey
Can't trust no man weh claim dem a strikey
An dem ina video a show people
Dem will sell you out, dem will sell you out
Your so call friends them me a tell yuh bout
Dem will sell you out, dem will sell you out
Caa nuff a dem a real turn coat
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.