Jordan D. Mitchell - Bout Trust (The Exclusive Abuse of Party Substances) lyrics

[Hook] All my n***as they about trust f** with us you might have duck Sippin on ciroc till I lose touch Smoking on tree like the son does All my n***as They about trust All these women got in me lust All you ba*tards got me f**ed up All you actors might touched up [Verse 1] I'll put yo team straight to sleep like some lean I'll drop yo body off like I'm jet li I got so much energy you'll never catch me weak I drunk all the Hennessy By my lonely f** cross faded I'm bruh twisted f** cloud 9 I'm on a space mission Eating Edible like its my nutrition f** around and text my ex bad decisions I got a lot of enemies f** they ain't ahead of me Talking all that sh** you remember me 1997 I made everything I stomp your face in with a disregard to life I destroy ha home slide in to f** ya wife I wait outside just to rob you for ya ride Appropriate this culture and itll be homicide All these parties and I'm never sober, many women All these women I'm f**in over, I need to stop drinking All you n***as talkin sh** don't let me catch you slipping Cuz when I show up bodies go missin My n***a Pookie ain't afraid to shoot them on sight We bust bullets like my dick when give her pipe You think you hard let concrete give advice f** fame man this sh** ain't a tradition You exploit my life just feed ya f**in children Piss on ya grave nah I'll sh** in that ditch I ain't no slave so no chains on my sh** [Hook] All my n***as they about trust f** with us you might have duck Sippin on ciroc till I lose touch Smoking on tree like the son does All my n***as They about trust All these women got in me lust All you ba*tards got me f**ed up All you actors might touched up All my n***as they about trust f** with us you might have duck Sippin on ciroc till I lose touch Smoking on tree like the son does [Verse 2] Hell is an oven which I'm cooking in You n***as overrated ya girl is dine in Get so reckless sativa and some gin I get so careless do we all exist Daddy gave you all ever wanted Daddy been gone I love you mama Money ain't thing not a problem Money was survival in the projects If you listen, when I'm lifted, you might get it twisted If you sippin, get evicted from these lying bullet So lost in the liquor and I need a light for this blunt Deep inside my mind, I'm might throw it all up So high in the sky, but I'm watching from hell I call bullsh**, so the future I can tell I'm falling off my trip and world is getting clear I look at the canvas and hope the bullsh** disappear [Hook] All my n***as they about trust f** with us you might have duck Sippin on ciroc till I lose touch Smoking on tree like the son does All my n***as They about trust All these women got in me lust All you ba*tards got me f**ed up All you actors might touched up All my n***as they about trust f** with us you might have duck Sippin on ciroc till I lose touch Smoking on tree like the son does