hat tricks (feat. Jaded)
Huh, yeah, stacking on these niggas, they can't see my plate
Feel like Uzi, rock Balenci', lenci', lenci', lenci'
Like one day, they gon' listen, listen, listen, listen
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my neck, they pissy, pissy, pissy
Da-dash like Need For Speed, fuck the Jakes
On the road, got this groupie, she do anything I say
It's a party? I'm gon' pop out with my brothers everyday
He wan' test me, test me, test me, put that .40 to his face
But he gon' find out
I can't go nowhere without my gun now
Huh, and I'm on my way to space
If he 'round the Garden, blow his brains out
(Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk)
Three taps to the dome, bitch we call that shit a hat trick
Stacking hella paper, know I stuff it in my mattress
Your hoe hit my phone, I pick it up to call her average
Average, yeah I call her average
We counting bands, all my brothers yeah we stacking
Past tense, leave you in the past tense
If her shit ain't moving earthquakes, I'm not smashing
Can't be my bitch, Regina George, shawty plastic
Can't be my chick, I got a shorty, so I'm passing
Who the fuck is you?
W-who the fuck is you?
Counting up, all the way
'Till my fingers blue
Feel like Uzi, rock Balenci', lenci', lenci', lenci'
Like one day, they gon' listen, listen, listen, listen
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my neck, they pissy, pissy, pissy
Da-dash like Need For Speed, fuck the Jakes
On the road, got this groupie, she do anything I say
It's a party? I'm gon' pop out with my brothers everyday
He wan' test me, test me, test me, put that .40 to his face
But he gon' find out
I can't go nowhere without my gun now
Huh, and I'm on my way to space
If he 'round the Garden, blow his brains out
(Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk)
Three taps to the dome, bitch we call that shit a hat trick
Stacking hella paper, know I stuff it in my mattress
Your hoe hit my phone, I pick it up to call her average
Average, yeah I call her average
We counting bands, all my brothers yeah we stacking
Past tense, leave you in the past tense
If her shit ain't moving earthquakes, I'm not smashing
Can't be my bitch, Regina George, shawty plastic
Can't be my chick, I got a shorty, so I'm passing
Who the fuck is you?
W-who the fuck is you?
Counting up, all the way
'Till my fingers blue
Credits
Writer(s): Kese Ubi
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