Trickshot
My thumb out with a caluse and I'm lookin for a faster ride
Straight up to a palace that's away from all these bastard lies
Trees that form a chalice round the structure on the outer side
Caged off from the malice I don't worry how I pass the time
Pass the time like a watch maker
Idgaf I'm a plot breaker
I don't really hear em when they talk failure
It's
In the right and out the left
Pussy boy it's bout respect
Imma make yall drown in debt
Stole yo bitch I took yo head
No guillotine
Gym rat on this creatine
Lifting without reasoning
I'm weightless, yall ain't seein me
Yeah!
Life's tough
But maybe not
I used to wear them vans
Now I pull up in some Jeremy Scott's
I got a doughnut on my socks
Same motherfucker since the 8th grade
Rappin' with my free time, when I'm workin I'm on vaycay
I do what I love, there's no exception
Fly like a dove when I'm at my reception
If you know me then you know who just trapped outside my mama's basement
Tripped on the floor, showed me who I'm supposed to be
Hiding under Jimmy's bed, he gave me all my melody
Cause I'm married to the game, quiting is the death of me
Me and Nicky at my funeral, we toastin' to a symphony
If I wrote it in my notes, it was scripture
Get you higher than some dope in a swisher
Got her actin' like I'm 'sposed to be with her
Tapped twice like a posted a picture
Close, thought it missed, now I'm hopeful it hits ya
No scope like a trickshot
Got a milly in the back with a dye pack
Mouth closed when the stick talk
These rappers only meant for motion picture purposes
My shit so hot it's like I'm spittin' through a furnace bitch
These verses is some shit that getchu tucked like my burner is
Couple blue faces ain't enough, I need to earn this shit
Yessir
I came into this motherfucker flexin'
I got the drip like texture
She make me wanna test her
She drops it to the next verse and then she applies some pressure
I hit it from the back and then I let her wear my sweatshirt
Dvo run the shit like sketchers
Gold on my teeth no dentures
Slit your shit like some God damn scissors
The earth quivers
When I pull the trigger
I charge 6 figures
For a God damn feature
I live the shit that I rap
It's never cap bitch
So when I say these rhymes, you know it's never wack
Yeah
Let's roll
Straight up to a palace that's away from all these bastard lies
Trees that form a chalice round the structure on the outer side
Caged off from the malice I don't worry how I pass the time
Pass the time like a watch maker
Idgaf I'm a plot breaker
I don't really hear em when they talk failure
It's
In the right and out the left
Pussy boy it's bout respect
Imma make yall drown in debt
Stole yo bitch I took yo head
No guillotine
Gym rat on this creatine
Lifting without reasoning
I'm weightless, yall ain't seein me
Yeah!
Life's tough
But maybe not
I used to wear them vans
Now I pull up in some Jeremy Scott's
I got a doughnut on my socks
Same motherfucker since the 8th grade
Rappin' with my free time, when I'm workin I'm on vaycay
I do what I love, there's no exception
Fly like a dove when I'm at my reception
If you know me then you know who just trapped outside my mama's basement
Tripped on the floor, showed me who I'm supposed to be
Hiding under Jimmy's bed, he gave me all my melody
Cause I'm married to the game, quiting is the death of me
Me and Nicky at my funeral, we toastin' to a symphony
If I wrote it in my notes, it was scripture
Get you higher than some dope in a swisher
Got her actin' like I'm 'sposed to be with her
Tapped twice like a posted a picture
Close, thought it missed, now I'm hopeful it hits ya
No scope like a trickshot
Got a milly in the back with a dye pack
Mouth closed when the stick talk
These rappers only meant for motion picture purposes
My shit so hot it's like I'm spittin' through a furnace bitch
These verses is some shit that getchu tucked like my burner is
Couple blue faces ain't enough, I need to earn this shit
Yessir
I came into this motherfucker flexin'
I got the drip like texture
She make me wanna test her
She drops it to the next verse and then she applies some pressure
I hit it from the back and then I let her wear my sweatshirt
Dvo run the shit like sketchers
Gold on my teeth no dentures
Slit your shit like some God damn scissors
The earth quivers
When I pull the trigger
I charge 6 figures
For a God damn feature
I live the shit that I rap
It's never cap bitch
So when I say these rhymes, you know it's never wack
Yeah
Let's roll
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Nazer
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