Trick Question ft. Yung Maaly Lyrics

I'm in this bitch right now

Louis scarf on my head

Chasing niggas on the paper that's dead

Four letters, two times, FREE FREE

It ain't a trick question

We selling packs and antidepressants

No it ain't Christmas time

I'm catching plays and it feel like presents

I'm on that PC playing with profiles

I can delete your presence

Bougie bitch call it croissants

My trap bitch steady calling them crescents

Flexing on niggas, I do it

Give me some packs and I bet you I'm move it

He got a gun but don't shoot it

I sold him a method, I gave him the blueprint

Alyx on my wrist,

I don't got no fucking ice, it's stainless steel

I got a brand new Gen 5 Glock on my waist

And you toting that stainless steel

I'm too janky, a danger still

Bro caught a body, he don't got a bail

Bro in the kitchen with fish in a scale

I'm nothing like God but I'll send you to hell

I'm ducking the feds

I'm ducking the feds, I'm not tryna to go to jail

I'm trying to get a piece and prepare for a sale

I got a drop house where I go pick up the mail

I knew the lil' boy was a bitch, so I gave him a piece that was fake

Fame having multiple flavors, you better come get you a plate

All of my pistols is legal, they don't gotta go in the lake

Yes, I can pay for that shit, but I'm much rather just go and take

Uh, look, bitch

I'm in my own lane, I ain't in no race

She know I'm the one, she wanna give me that face

She said that I'm handsome and chocolate, she want her a taste

She know that it is when I'm grabbing her waist

When I get on that Don, ain't no running away

Her ex, he was broke, he caught one hit a day

Every time I get fly, tell them Long Live Sae

It ain't a trick question

I hit the trap to serve a blessing

It ain't a trick question

You're testing the shit then you know imma stretch em

Had to leave her alone, she was doing the extra

Knock off the rapper, you found you the treasure

Got crazy white nigga like GTA Trevor

We ain't ducking the smoke, take it there with whoever

I was fucked up bitch, had to go get better

If I catch me a bird, imma knock off the feather

Yeah she bad as a bitch but she do what I tell her

And these bitches be hoes and you know imma let em

It's a brand new year, count last year money

And I know a plug ended up turned to a junkie

I be knowing the signs so I know when they move funny

And it ain't a trick question, these niggas ain't trying to do nothing

It ain't a trick question

We selling packs and antidepressants

No it ain't Christmas time

I'm catching plays and it feel like presents

I'm on that PC playing with profiles

I can delete your presence

Bougie bitch call it croissants

My trap bitch steady calling them crescents

Flexing on niggas, I do it

Give me some packs and I bet you I'm move it

He got a gun but don't shoot it

I sold him a method, I gave him the blueprint

Alyx on my wrist,

I don't got no fucking ice, it's stainless steel

I got a brand new Gen 5 Glock on my waist

And you toting that stainless steel

I'm too janky, a danger still

Bro caught a body, he don't got a bail

Bro in the kitchen with fish in a scale

I'm nothing like God but I'll send you to hell

I'm ducking the feds

I'm ducking the feds, I'm not tryna to go to jail

I'm trying to get a piece and prepare for a sale

I got a drop house where I go pick up the mail

I knew the lil' boy was a bitch, so I gave him a piece that was fake

Fame having multiple flavors, you better come get you a plate

All of my pistols is legal, they don't gotta go in the lake

Yes, I can pay for that shit, but I'm much rather just go and take