Tricks (feat. Splurge)

I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits Better put the kids anybody get hit I done turnt up I know I got them pissed Just left the mall 1k on the kicks Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit Like 21 my niggas savages Aye pull up aiming shooting shots at his head Boy you chasing bitches get some money instead Just like a pencil we gone fill him with lead Pineapple Fanta about to put up some red Never ducking action I be ducking the feds And I'm popping addy's I be on psych meds Went to jail in parishes and they cut off my dreads Really took the harder way I feel like derez aye I'm at the top boy still uh shoot like I'm jb block boy No I ain't lil wayne but a nigga still a hot boy And these niggas be capping that's something you not boy And these niggas be cuffing these hoes like a cop car I'm rocking these skinny's I feel like a rock star And the fist nigga run up get popped like a pop tart And I'm still hitting licks I ain't talking bout a guitar Yeh yeh yeh carbon 15 bless him like the pope Niggas washed up ain't talking bout the soap And you gotta get it can't rely on hope Landed straight in the streets when I jumped off the porch We gone wipe his nose then disappear like a ghost Trynna cook him we gone burn his ass like some toast Trynna book her I fuck her then she gotta go Diamonds wet feel like Kodak let me drive the boat Double cup mix the codeine with sprite Do a show and get the backend then hop on the next flight Fuck 12 ima run like I'm on 3 strikes I ain't loving no bitch I'm trying to fuck first night Had to tell that bitch I only want some head like lice And that Glock hold 23 shots like mike Ill get a nigga knocked off for a low price Imma air this bitch out I'm to little to fight I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits Better put the kids anybody get hit I done turnt up I know I got them pissed Just left the mall 1k on the kicks Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit Like 21 my niggas savages Hop off yo ass nigga get on yo feet I'm with double sg I don't be 30 deep Nigga play like a scary movie we gone creep Niggas acting like holly berry boy you sweet We done took off his doors now it look like he riding in a jeep Backend backend after backend every week Shooting little shit like he trying to start a track meet Chopper with a tranquilizer it'll put a nigga to sleep Come to your city make them put up a ticket He try to tax imma cook him like brisket Glock with a silencer sound like a cricket Got a whole lot of chops I can come threw and pick it Got shooter in the club with that burner Point one finger tell them turn up Fat in the trap get the pack beat it like Tina turner Bitch get no Benihana take her to what a burger Bitch what you talking bout ice you out Just got plugged in so I'm lit like a amp Bitch eat me up make me nap On a Percocet beat it up till I catch a cramp All these bitches on go I just walked in with straap We both little then a hoe do it look like we strapped Nigga tried to post up all he heard was a clap You gone die trying to go viral on these little apps I ain't talking madden boy ill send a biltz Soon as shit get real niggas be calling quits Better put the kids anybody get hit I done turnt up I know I got them pissed Just left the mall 1k on the kicks Show you how to finesse got a bag of Tricks I done ran up that sack I didn't ask for shit Like 21 my niggas savages