Tricks

I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz
Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits
Better put the kids anybody get hit
I done turnt up I know I got them pissed
Just left the mall 1k on the kicks
Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks
I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit
Like 21 my niggas savages

Aye pull up aiming shooting shots at his head
Boy you chasing bitches get some money instead
Just like a pencil we gone fill him with lead
Pineapple Fanta about to put up some red
Never ducking action I be ducking the feds
And I'm popping addy's I be on psych meds
Went to jail in parishes and they cut off my dreads
Really took the harder way I feel like derez aye
I'm at the top boy still uh shoot like I'm jb block boy
No I ain't lil wayne but a nigga still a hot boy
And these niggas be capping that's something you not boy
And these niggas be cuffing these hoes like a cop car
I'm rocking these skinny's I feel like a rock star
And the fist nigga run up get popped like a pop tart
And I'm still hitting licks I ain't talking bout a guitar
Yeh yeh yeh carbon 15 bless him like the pope
Niggas washed up ain't talking bout the soap
And you gotta get it can't rely on hope
Landed straight in the streets when I jumped off the porch
We gone wipe his nose then disappear like a ghost
Trynna cook him we gone burn his ass like some toast
Trynna book her I fuck her then she gotta go
Diamonds wet feel like Kodak let me drive the boat
Double cup mix the codeine with sprite
Do a show and get the backend then hop on the next flight
Fuck 12 ima run like I'm on 3 strikes
I ain't loving no bitch I'm trying to fuck first night
Had to tell that bitch I only want some head like lice
And that Glock hold 23 shots like mike
Ill get a nigga knocked off for a low price
Imma air this bitch out I'm to little to fight

I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz
Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits
Better put the kids anybody get hit
I done turnt up I know I got them pissed
Just left the mall 1k on the kicks
Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks
I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit
Like 21 my niggas savages

Hop off yo ass nigga get on yo feet
I'm with double sg I don't be 30 deep
Nigga play like a scary movie we gone creep
Niggas acting like holly berry boy you sweet
We done took off his doors now it look like he riding in a jeep
Backend backend after backend every week
Shooting little shit like he trying to start a track meet
Chopper with a tranquilizer it'll put a nigga to sleep
Come to your city make them put up a ticket
He try to tax imma cook him like brisket
Glock with a silencer sound like a cricket
Got a whole lot of chops I can come threw and pick it
Got shooter in the club with that burner
Point one finger tell them turn up
Fat in the trap get the pack beat it like Tina turner
Bitch get no Benihana take her to what a burger
Bitch what you talking bout ice you out
Just got plugged in so I'm lit like a amp
Bitch eat me up make me nap
On a Percocet beat it up till I catch a cramp
All these bitches on go I just walked in with straap
We both little then a hoe do it look like we strapped
Nigga tried to post up all he heard was a clap
You gone die trying to go viral on these little apps

I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz
Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits
Better put the kids anybody get hit
I done turnt up I know I got them pissed
Just left the mall 1k on the kicks
Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks
I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit
Like 21 my niggas savages