114
King Von — Trust Nothing
Artist: → King Von
King Von — Trust Nothing — lyrics
[Intro]
(Banger)
Huh? What?
Yeah, huh? Huh? What?
Nah, nah, huh? What?
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Huh? What? Von
[Chorus: King 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)
[Verse 1: King Von]
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 thirty (Uh), but I tote the fifty
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)
[Chorus: King Von & Moneybagg Yo]
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)
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
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
[Chorus: King Von]
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)
Read completely
