Don't Trick Off

(albüm: Fire In The Church - 2016)

Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes
Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

Pockets on swole, while I'm strapped up with that pole
That is how I roll, every time I hit the road
In and out of town, we was jugging off them pounds
Couldn't wait to break it down, and turn 10K to 20 thou
I'm the shit, haters pissed, ah, rap God in this bitch
I'm on top, haters watch, I know hella nigga's sick
Ain't no doubt, I got clout, been had bitches on my dick
Fucking thotties, catching bodies, I was really with the shits
I let your boo slide in my whip, she put my tool in her lips
And I promise I don't smoke, but I'm getting blew behind the tent
When I cut, she think she dreaming, Freddy Krueger in this bitch
I do got chips, but these hoes don't get no moolah from a pimp

Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes
Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes

Way before this rap, I was getting it out the trap
Pushing packs and buying straps, play with my money and get whacked
I spit facts, I don't act, bitch I've been about my dough
They used to ask how much my dro
Now it's "how much you charge a show?"
Times was hard, had no job, I was getting it out the mud
Hit my plug, pray to God I don't get caught with the bud
I was doing it for my squad, I was doing it for my blood
Tryna bubble like some suds, me, my pistol and the drugs
I'm Steph Curry with the Glock and if I lurk you gon' get popped
Had to murk a couple opps while I was working to the top
These bitches thirsty cause I'm hot, won't fill your purse up with no guap
Bitch you ain't work for what I got, and you ain't make these verses hot

Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes
Went from trapping with my bro's, selling O's off pounds of dro
Driving on the road, we was getting it for the low
Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows
I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes