TRUST ISSUES
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Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Call up on drank and let's, let's call up and Uh
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done And I don't really give a fuck and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody should've told you I'm on one (eh), fuck it, I'm on one (yeah)
I said I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on one, a strong one Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money to be got, and I'mma get that shit 'Cause I'm on one, fuck it I'm on one Aw yeah, aw yeah
You know what I'm Oh yes, oh yeah Oh yes, oh yeah Uh, oh yes, oh yeah Yeah, uh
You know what I'm sipping, I'll teach you how to mix it But you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches I don't, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping
So, you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches They might, they might catch me slipping
And put in something different
So you're the only one cause I don't trust these bitches I don't trust, I don't trust these bitches
They might catch me slipping So you're the only one Oh whoa, trust issues Oh whoa, whoa trust issues Oh whoa, trust issues Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted On drank and let's all get faded, yeah Uh, Drizzy Drake, check me out
Coming live from the mothafuckin' North Side Kick game, run game, run it real good
But never ever have my bitches sitting courtside Same nigga that you knew way back when You acting like it's somebody you don't know Tell me, how the fuck we supposed to stay friends When you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show?
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell Certain people don't like me no more New shit don't excite me no more
Guess that they don't really make them like me no more Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself 'Cause if y'all what I created then I hate myself But still, let them girls in and tell 'em all
Leave their cell phones on the table where we see them I'm all day with it man, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas hating, I just wish that they would say it when they see him, oh
That's that shit that drives me crazy And that's all I've been getting lately
And it's probably why I'm scared to put the time in Women want to fuck like they're me and I'm them Looking for some things and I think that I can find 'em in you, in you
Oh whoa, trust issues Oh whoa, whoa trust issues
Oh whoa, trust issues Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted On drank and let's all get faded
Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah Call up on drank and let's Let's call up and, uh
2 ON
Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now I'm gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang, pop off like a long gun
If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)
Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love to, let's roll I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love 2, let's roll Yeah we can get active And all
My bitches attractive We go
You know who we are now Get high
Hotbox in my car now
If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh)
Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll
Uh, pull your panties down from under you Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring Nasty, baby do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking Lights, camera, action
I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya (smoke it ya)
Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya (pour it ya) And my enemies, they see me living now (living now) And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, oh Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll