TRICKY! Lyrics

Yo what the fuck poppin' chef?

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Come on chef let's do it

Pop out shit get wicked

Pop out with that fye this shit get tricky

I ain't never faking with this stick I get to blickin

Niggas need to stop that act, I really run shit in this city

I done told y'all ass before I'll spin your block until I'm dizzy

Designer bag, I keep that Prada on me, cover up the 30

I can't never sip no clean you see my soda, you know it's dirty

Niggas pussy as the fuck, stop acting scared to come and serve me

Make this shit a scary movie, I'll drop my mask and start the purging

Always running, running, running I think they're kin to Usain Bolt

I get money, money, money when I walked in know she chose

Niggas need to stop that fakin', boy you ain't never wiped no nose

I just pulled off from Piez I dropped 10k on shoes and clothes

I'm a EvilBoy for real, I'll drop my mask and turn to Jason

Super charged the AMG so I like taking 12 on chases

I like all white on my diamonds, you might think VB a racist

Got a bible in my jeans, I pull out pape, you see some pages

Got these racks in IRL y'all only having pape on Insta

I just hit for 30k and that bitch damn near went on instant

Cut that cappin' on the net lil pussy boy get out my mentions

It's ok if he keep playing we gon pull up with extensions

I got 30 rounds in my Gen five, 100 in this ARP

Pimping with these women, all I know is go and keep it P

Told her she gotta respect this shit, if not then she won't hear from me

Like pops say "go and get it on your own or you ain't gon' never eat"

That dissing shit done turned me up, so now I'm finna knock 'em down

Sha, Sha, Sha motherfucker that's that choppa sound

On that field I was really smacking shit but I'm really clapping now

And all my brothers ten toes in this shit it ain't no backing down

Don't talk to me if it ain't bout no money, give you the runaround

10 racks in all dubs up in my pocket, that shit falling out

Quit that joking on the gang, just drop that lo, we'll pull up now

Brand new ARP shoot .556 it'll knock your stomach out

Pop out with that fye this shit get tricky

I ain't never faking with this stick I get to blickin

Niggas need to stop that act, I really run shit in this city

I done told y'all ass before I'll spin your block until I'm dizzy

Designer bag, I keep that Prada on me, cover up the 30

I can't never sip no clean you see my soda, you know it's dirty

Niggas pussy as the fuck, stop acting scared to come and serve me

Make this shit a scary movie, I'll drop my mask and start the purging