2AM and you been tryna call to come over
Last night I read your eyes you told me its over
We can't even blame it on the hi because you been sober
Really you just wasting all my time unless you
Ion even really wanna try cause you gon lie again
F*cking up my days and all my nights so now it's bye again
I ain't really mean to make you cry but i ain't buying in
The things you use to do it make me hot just like a frying pan
Running through the city get it hot i'm on that time again
Bro he got like 50 different choppers in his slider van
F*cking up a check every time i drop so imma drop again
Them niggas ain't on shit them boys some cops or they some f*cking fans
Hating on the kid but they be copying a nigga's swag
Bro gon handle business every time he think a nigga mad
I can't even see him cause he locked up in the f*cking feds
My brudda was a demon so they locked him like they Pat Bev
And now i got the rock I'm shooting shots just like it's Baghdad
F*cking up a check i f*cked the block up with a bad back
F*cking with this bitch, don't use her top then she gon back back
My mother told me do not talk a lot but get the last laugh
Running to the bank i run a lot and they like Gav fast
8thy to the face, now i'm to hi i need a gas mask
Pull up to my place so we can vibe or bring the past back
You niggas lost the race you left behind just like I passed gas
Cheat on all my bitches cause I grew up with a GameShark
I been balling out just like the Mamba in the playoffs
I get fly to death just like I'm Kobe or I'm Takeoff
My brudda from the Jects he going home to get his shakes off
Made like 2 racks on my ass them other niggas getting laid off
I can really teach a class on how to make a payoff
I can really teach you swag or how to get them things off
This monkey on my back i think I'll never take this Bape off
You take off clothes
Come close
Can't trust you no more
I'm with my bros
And this pole
And i ain't trusting no one
Ion even like to go outside if ion got it
And ion even like to smoke if it ain't solving problems
Ion even like the lows but i still love the profit
Take it to the city for my bros and Ima fill they pockets
Gav - Trust No More Lyrics
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2AM and you been tryna call to come over
Last night I read your eyes you told me its over
We can't even blame it on the hi because you been sober
Really you just wasting all my time unless you
Ion even really wanna try cause you gon lie again
F*cking up my days and all my nights so now it's bye again
I ain't really mean to make you cry but i ain't buying in
The things you use to do it make me hot just like a frying pan
Running through the city get it hot i'm on that time again
Bro he got like 50 different choppers in his slider van
F*cking up a check every time i drop so imma drop again
Them niggas ain't on shit them boys some cops or they some f*cking fans
Hating on the kid but they be copying a nigga's swag
Bro gon handle business every time he think a nigga mad
I can't even see him cause he locked up in the f*cking feds
My brudda was a demon so they locked him like they Pat Bev
And now i got the rock I'm shooting shots just like it's Baghdad
F*cking up a check i f*cked the block up with a bad back
F*cking with this bitch, don't use her top then she gon back back
My mother told me do not talk a lot but get the last laugh
Running to the bank i run a lot and they like Gav fast
8thy to the face, now i'm to hi i need a gas mask
Pull up to my place so we can vibe or bring the past back
You niggas lost the race you left behind just like I passed gas
Cheat on all my bitches cause I grew up with a GameShark
I been balling out just like the Mamba in the playoffs
I get fly to death just like I'm Kobe or I'm Takeoff
My brudda from the Jects he going home to get his shakes off
Made like 2 racks on my ass them other niggas getting laid off
I can really teach a class on how to make a payoff
I can really teach you swag or how to get them things off
This monkey on my back i think I'll never take this Bape off
You take off clothes
Come close
Can't trust you no more
I'm with my bros
And this pole
And i ain't trusting no one
Ion even like to go outside if ion got it
And ion even like to smoke if it ain't solving problems
Ion even like the lows but i still love the profit
Take it to the city for my bros and Ima fill they pockets
Last night I read your eyes you told me its over
We can't even blame it on the hi because you been sober
Really you just wasting all my time unless you
Ion even really wanna try cause you gon lie again
F*cking up my days and all my nights so now it's bye again
I ain't really mean to make you cry but i ain't buying in
The things you use to do it make me hot just like a frying pan
Running through the city get it hot i'm on that time again
Bro he got like 50 different choppers in his slider van
F*cking up a check every time i drop so imma drop again
Them niggas ain't on shit them boys some cops or they some f*cking fans
Hating on the kid but they be copying a nigga's swag
Bro gon handle business every time he think a nigga mad
I can't even see him cause he locked up in the f*cking feds
My brudda was a demon so they locked him like they Pat Bev
And now i got the rock I'm shooting shots just like it's Baghdad
F*cking up a check i f*cked the block up with a bad back
F*cking with this bitch, don't use her top then she gon back back
My mother told me do not talk a lot but get the last laugh
Running to the bank i run a lot and they like Gav fast
8thy to the face, now i'm to hi i need a gas mask
Pull up to my place so we can vibe or bring the past back
You niggas lost the race you left behind just like I passed gas
Cheat on all my bitches cause I grew up with a GameShark
I been balling out just like the Mamba in the playoffs
I get fly to death just like I'm Kobe or I'm Takeoff
My brudda from the Jects he going home to get his shakes off
Made like 2 racks on my ass them other niggas getting laid off
I can really teach a class on how to make a payoff
I can really teach you swag or how to get them things off
This monkey on my back i think I'll never take this Bape off
You take off clothes
Come close
Can't trust you no more
I'm with my bros
And this pole
And i ain't trusting no one
Ion even like to go outside if ion got it
And ion even like to smoke if it ain't solving problems
Ion even like the lows but i still love the profit
Take it to the city for my bros and Ima fill they pockets
Writer: Gav Fox
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