HAZMVT - TRUST FUND (Remix)

Could of bought a car
But I got a new crib
Could of stayed in my city
But it don't change
Could of gave up on my dreams
Like you did
Could of stayed around
But she wanna do things
Pocket full of colors
I know it's a felony
You can see it in my pants
I ain't gotta preach
And you getting too close
Better back off of me
Cuz once I let loose
Ain't no taming the beast
Quit with the talk
I cant hear my out thoughts
Oh yeah bitch what you thought
I said bitch watch your thot
She cant be trusted
Your lips are too crusty
When you sloppy drunk
She gone go lowinski
Ain't no way I'm ever slowing down
I'm cutting the brakes
Just to send a message
And a warning shot
That there ain't no way to ever stop now
Stay paranoid
Hear the warning shots already pop now
Running away from the cops now
Watch the front door get a knock now
Hoping she don't get knocked up now

Trying to stay real thats easy
I ain't got to spend a dollar
On designer still freezing
Bitches are broke
But they acting all sleazy
Still wanna smoke
Better bring your own bleezy

Bitch Stop
Grown man dancing tik tok
Probably got something wrong up top
To scared to leave moms
I ain't got time for you slob
No slum ass bitch kick rocks
Real g's don't stop
Hate being sober on god
Go to sleep wake up high
I could never let dreams die
So baby I promise no lie
I swear I'm fine
Way too much all on the back and forth
And these bitches are playing
Everyday I'm sayin
In and out boy
Oh and I forgot to mention
You was on my mind and
Never did I have a moment
To tell you but I am better now
No thanks to you now
Fuck your whole crew now
Watch you gone do now
Heard all that talking
I know where you sleep now
Know every street and
Who open your mail now
Might try get sober
I know who your plug now
That's how the nightmare will come alive
Rolling the dice on another life
Don't let it haunt you in the afterlife
While you got the time
Boy you better think twice
That's how the nightmare will come alive
Rolling the dice on another life
Don't let it haunt you in the afterlife
While you got the time
Boy you better think twice

Trying to stay real that's easy
I ain't gotta spend a dolla
On designer still freezing
Bitches are broke
But they acting all Sleazy
Still wanna smoke
Better bring your own bleezy
Tryna tryna stay real thats easy
Bitches are broke
But they acting all sleazy
Still wanna smoke
Better bring your own bleezy
Tryna tryna stay real that's easy
Bitches are broke
But they acting all sleazy
Still wanna smoke
Better bring you own bleezy

Written by:
Evan Walsh

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