Truss Me - Ye Ali

I got the glow, I got the plug

I got the water, I got the drugs

I am the one

I got them bands by my lonely

Don’t call my phone, I don’t know you

I got them bands by my lonely

Don’t call my phone, I don’t know you

I got them, ayy, I got them

I got them bands by my lonely

Don’t hit my phone, I don’t know you

I got the Midas touch right now

Everything I touch is glowing

Shit, I got the glow

You know that I got the plug

You know I came with the art

You know I came with the drugs

They know I’m knocking down doors

My city, man that’s the coldest

Man I move back to LA, had to do that shit one time

And now it’s palm trees and mimosas, yeah

First I created the wave

Rome wasn’t made in a day, look

If you love somethin', nigga you gon' make time

Blowin' up over night kind of take time

Look, wait 'til boy get his cash up

I was writing hella songs, making anthems

Look, own my publishings and the masters

My lawyer call me up and tell me I’m the next up

Never sell my soul or integrity

You gon' hate the day you flexed on me

I go your ex in my inbox

Tellin' me all of her feelings

Talkin' 'bout she wanna come get familar, yeah

I’ll call right now and end it

He can’t fuck me like you do

Trust me

Trust me daddy

Trust me daddy

I got the drugs

Trust me

I got them bands by my lonely

Don’t call my phone, I don’t know you

I got them bands by my lonely

Don’t call my phone, I don’t know you

Yeah, you know I got the traphouse bouncing

True Team working on my album

Confidence is over a thousand, yeah

They gon' break you down if you allow it

Rollin' up some loud in the Audi

You can hand me the aux cord right now

I’ma get her wetter than a fountain, 'til she drowning, yeah

Uh, this is what everybody doubted

Got a bad ting, I just got her out of Dallas

And I got some plugs and they down there in Atlanta

Know some rappers who wouldn’t be shit without me

Don’t hit me for features unless your management just give you allowance

I’m taxin' for talent, you know I came up from that public housing

Pulled myself out the slums, I pulled myself out the slums, yeah

Built me a ting out my scars

Larry Sanders, that’s my nigga, my guy

Only thing that a young boy fear is God

The worst thing you could not do is try

It’s going down 'round my way, 'round this side

We gettin' money 'round here on this side

Trust me daddy