Trick (Freestyle) Lyrics

Uh huh

Uh huh

You know the motto nigga

Five five five five

Yea

Yea

Nigga

Uh

Nigga

Got 400 in 20s and think that you having boy get the fuck on with that lil ass spread

That nigga was talking I don't know what happened but next thing you know that lil nigga was dead

You niggas got 100 guns don't got 100 ones broke ass boys ain't got no bread

So why would I sit up and argue with you when I can go out and make money instead

I got a word of a day for you broke ass niggas it's called priorities

Niggas sit on they ass and they beefing on IG I swear you niggas authorities h
All that shit that you talk to a hoe but you see me in person like why you ignoring me

Had to block that bitch when I left her crib like why do you keep on recording me?

Had to pop out trim cause you know I'm him

Skinny nigga plenty muscle grandma call me slim

Nigga say he got motion but all on my phone asking for money like you really lied in that snip

I be outside tryna chase me a bag while your ass on the game tryna watch the clock tick

And I ain't rich yet but I got me some money what I spent on my bitch please don't call me a trick

Fat ass boy Ima knock your glasses when I see you

My cousin he told me stop dissing and I'm tryna listen but I just wanna beat you

No Diddy

I just want some head girl I don't want no kitty

And I don't want no ex so don't tell me you miss me

If I'm out past 2 a.m. don't get on this car lil nigga cause Mook right with me

If I'm out past 2 a.m. got a glock on my hip and I'm ready to pop my shit

If I'm out past 2 a.m. and I'm with your bitch then you know that she pop her tits

You niggas be pedos

Ezra Fitz

She a pretty little liar Ima give her dick

Only tapped that once now she stalking me like she A

You know I had to block that quick

Come here where you going you not that quick

Just like me on the mic my drac gon spit
Got a dirty ass cup and I'm sipping on mud but this shit ain't brown I ain't talking bout Chris

She get nasty off Don

Lighting my wood of a bon

Passing this bitch like baton

I pay for her hair and I told her to go Naomi or Angel or Cola, Milaan

And we out all day

And no I can't take you on dates

Cause you know I gotta play it safe

She feel on my hair and she say that she like it she asking who did it I say locsbynaee

Told my girl I got money ain't shit to pay
But I ain't buying shit if you start acting fake

Thinking I'm Kobe when I'm shooting this bitch and I go in the dark and you watching me fade

Better know your role better know your place

Don't ask for shit if you ain't A

Real road runner baby 5 nigga

I been on the road 3 days and I still ain't ate

Wait you know what's crazy tho

I'm not even trying like

All this shit really off the top of my fucking head

I'm not even trying

And I'm better than all them weak ass niggas who put they all into this shit

But we gon get into that another day