Not Tricking // Black Keys
My dawg C Money got it, yeah
Ayy, ayy yeah
Ayy, ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, way thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but you still my (nigga)
Shawty got face, ass, and intellect, yeah
I'm a ref'
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephen (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherfuckin' cuz
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to church (church)
I am not comin' to the motherfuckin' rescue (no way)
I know that them other niggas cuff, I can't arrest you
Even though you comin' with the batty and the breast too (yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White AF1s, got to keep two pair (yeah)
Don't step, or crease the new pair (crease)
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga)
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga)
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga)
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga)
Uh, it's a stick-up (stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (bitch)
Beretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a play, fuck the whole shit up (fresh)
Harbour 60 (sixty), I swear we private dinner (dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's
(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?)
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (yeah)
And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (too far)
You're goin' too far, baby, baby (baby)
Ayy, text me, yeah (text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy, yeah (sexy)
I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog
When I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (messy)
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga)
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga)
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga)
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga)
I'm serious this time
Look
That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari
I say, "I'm sorry," but, I'm not sorry
Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, La Perla and BVLGARI
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore, election
I'm stylin' raw in affection
Vick and Kevin scopin' every hoe I allow in the section
They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9's
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosetta and wine
I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty, pergola and shrimp with the sauté
Watchin' Gervonta Davis as if both of our fames combined
Could be blocked behind the walls of these dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas
I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit, like, "How does he keep it corporate?"
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sora
A couple decor settings, imported from Bora Bora
And if I ever die, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost
I hate this store, and she don't ask like she know that it's law
I'm not trickn', if I bought it, I was goin' too far
Yeah
Yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, ayy yeah
Ayy, ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, way thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but you still my (nigga)
Shawty got face, ass, and intellect, yeah
I'm a ref'
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephen (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherfuckin' cuz
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to church (church)
I am not comin' to the motherfuckin' rescue (no way)
I know that them other niggas cuff, I can't arrest you
Even though you comin' with the batty and the breast too (yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White AF1s, got to keep two pair (yeah)
Don't step, or crease the new pair (crease)
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga)
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga)
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga)
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga)
Uh, it's a stick-up (stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (bitch)
Beretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a play, fuck the whole shit up (fresh)
Harbour 60 (sixty), I swear we private dinner (dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's
(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?)
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (yeah)
And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (too far)
You're goin' too far, baby, baby (baby)
Ayy, text me, yeah (text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy, yeah (sexy)
I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog
When I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (messy)
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin'
It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga)
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga)
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga)
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga)
I'm serious this time
Look
That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari
I say, "I'm sorry," but, I'm not sorry
Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, La Perla and BVLGARI
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore, election
I'm stylin' raw in affection
Vick and Kevin scopin' every hoe I allow in the section
They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9's
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosetta and wine
I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty, pergola and shrimp with the sauté
Watchin' Gervonta Davis as if both of our fames combined
Could be blocked behind the walls of these dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas
I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit, like, "How does he keep it corporate?"
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sora
A couple decor settings, imported from Bora Bora
And if I ever die, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost
I hate this store, and she don't ask like she know that it's law
I'm not trickn', if I bought it, I was goin' too far
Yeah
Yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Credits
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Danil Kukanov
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Fuck The Pain Away (Lost Tapes 2022)
- Blurred (Twitch Tapes) - Single
- Back to Back (Twitch Tapes) - Single
- Losing Friends (Lost Tapes 2018) - Single
- Honest (Lost Tapes 2019) - Single
- Camera Phone (Lost Tapes 2018) - Single
- Wanna Fxck (Lost Tapes 2022) - Single
- Take it Off (Lost Tapes 2022) - Single
- The Chase (Lost Tapes 2022) - Single
- Just The Way (Lost Tapes 2022) - Single
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