Trust Issues (Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
Why you won't answer your phone?
Baby girl, just come home
Von

[Chorus]
Hoe, why you ain't answerin' yo' phone? (Your phone)
What's wrong? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)
I've been callin' all goddamn night
It's five o'clock, girl, it's time to come home (Girl, it's time to come home)
What you tryna be, grown? (What? What?)
b*tch, let a n*gga know (b*tch, let a n*gga know)
The hoes love me like the pope (What?)
No handcuffs, b*tch, let a n*gga go (b*tch, let a n*gga go)
b*tch, I'm Von from the O
I'm tryna talk to your soul (Tryna talk to your soul)
Gotta ride with the pole
I do the drive and she roll
Gotta ride with the pole
I do the drive and shе roll
And I taught her this sh*t
I should be labelеd her coach (Should be labeled her coach)
She like the life that I live
That b*tch be callin' me GOAT (She be callin' me GOAT)
[Post-Chorus]
For real, for real (For real, for real)
I'm tryna kill it for real
I'm tryna show you what's real (Show you what's real)
I'm tryna get me a house on the hills
If you love me, then b*tch, keep it real (b*tch, keep it real)

[Verse]
Yeah, I be goin' through her phone (Her phone)
She act like she right when she wrong (Right when she wrong)
I kick her out, then I tell her come home (Come home)
I got her IG and sh*t on my phone (sh*t on my phone)
I think she cheatin' when she singin' songs (She singin' songs)
I be f*ckin' her good, why she doin' me wrong?
I ain't worried 'bout another n*gga, lil' b*tch, you trippin'
I keep sh*t pimpin'
And I ain't never really thought about tyin' no knot
For you, I'm willin'
See, I can't be cuffin' no thot (I can't be cuffin' no...)
My heart broke, it been through a lot (My heart broke, it been through a...)
I'm givin' you all that I got (I'm givin' you all that...)
If he play, then he gon' get shot (He gon' get shot)

[Chorus]
Hoe, why you ain't answerin' yo' phone? (Your phone)
What's wrong? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)
I've been callin' all goddamn night
It's five o'clock, girl, it's time to come home (Girl, it's time to come home)
What you tryna be, grown? (What? What?)
b*tch, let a n*gga know (b*tch, let a n*gga know)
The hoes love me like the pope (What?)
No handcuffs, b*tch, let a n*gga go (b*tch, let a n*gga go)
b*tch, I'm Von from the O
I'm tryna talk to your soul (Tryna talk to your soul)
Gotta ride with the pole
I do the drive and she roll
Gotta ride with the pole
I do the drive and she roll
And I taught her this sh*t
I should be labeled her coach (Should be labeled her coach)
She like the life that I live
That b*tch be callin' me GOAT (She be callin' me GOAT)