Текст песни
AC on the beat. If you talking money better call me from the Trap. Niggas acting funny like they don't know where They at. Oxnard lil' shot. Everybody got a strap. Everybody got a buddy that's supposed to have they Back. I put my trust in you now I Got trust issues. You was fucking with the ops Now I don't fuck with you. You fell in love with a thot but she Ain't loyal to you. Hate to spoil the truth, But I'ma say it how I see it. Working AM to the PM. I'm drinking and barely sleeping. I'm fiending for many reasons. They diving into the deep end. I'm diving into her DMs. Lil' mama looking thirsty. How you finna flirt then try to curve me? Your must got a mans and that shit ain't Never hurt me. I'm sticking to the plans, give A damn if you ain't worth it. Three AM, I caught a Percocet. Si-si-si-si-sipping dirty. Vision blurry. Fast life but my niggas never worry. Keep it thirty on my waist. I got shooters, Stephen Curry. Laced up in the cuts. Rolling with my hitters like I can't be touched. On this side where your life get rough. 805 'bout to show me love. Like I'm the only one who really did it. You wasn't fucking with it. The clout, it show Me different. The crowd pass me the loud. I'll admit it, I'll admit it. If you talking money better call me from the Trap. Niggas acting funny like they don't know where I'm at. Oxnard lil' shot. Everybody got a strap. Everybody got a buddy that's supposed to have they Back. I put my trust in you now I Got trust issues. Trust in you now I got trust issues. I put my trust in you now I got Trust issues. You was fucking with the ops so I don't fuck with you. I don't fuck with you. I put my trust in you. I put my trust in you. I put my trust in you. I put my life on the line. We ride until we die. Ain't afraid to go outside where the shots is Getting fired. Shoot the addy, I'ma slide. Fuck a bitch, she got her mad. Throw it back, I pop a Xan. Pop a, pop a, pop a Xan. Melrose round two. I saw that nigga Nav. Had to tell him when I'm sober I ain't Knowing who I am. Off a bean in a Bag. Drop a molly in my lean. Then I tell her bust it back, bust it Back, bust it back for a real one. Tell her give me head. Now her mind's on A million. Oxnard chilling. Pull her to the G-spot. Cocaine in my Reeboks. Tell them what you need, pops. Better keep watch 'cause the 12 been creeping. I sit and inhale these demons. Yeah, my throat's so numb. I don't feel like I'm breathing. Hear my heart start beating. I forgot where I parked my car this evening, Shit. I'm getting faded off a loco. Stains on my Polo. They pass me the blunt, took a bump of That coco with my nigga Coco. Yeah, he got that shit for your nose, no Mocos. Curse got the bars, yeah, I'm talking about A boatload. Never love a ho, always sticking to The bro code. If you talking money better call me from the Trap. Niggas acting funny like they don't know where They at. Oxnard lil' shot. Everybody got a strap. Everybody's got a buddy that's supposed to have they Back. I put my trust in you now I Got trust issues. You was fucking with the ops Now I don't fuck with you.
Monte — Trust Is Dead
«Trust Is Dead» — Monte. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:02. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
