Tric Or Treat lyrics

[Intro]
Zone six n*gga, Pyrex Whippa (Pyrex)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Ayy, check me out

[Verse]
Once upon a time, was a lil' n*gga from South Memphis, uh
I think they called him Dolph (Dolph)
About 2009, that lil' n*gga started rapping, but he said he gonna be his own boss (Yeah)
2010, he dropped his first real mixtape, Welcome to Dolph World, and he took off (Gone)
Wait, pause, let me slow down a second (Hold up)
Ask Lil Wook, I came in the game reckless
Ask the f*ck n*ggas, I came in the game flexin'
Yeah, he came in the game flexin' (Hah)
I remember 2011, major labels came at me and they tried to give me two mil' (Wait a minute)
I gave him a handshake, looked him in his eyes, and said, "Nah, but I'll talk to you in two years" (Gone)
Ask every bad b*tch in Memphis, they gon' tell you that he smoke the best weed (Facts)
And he got the sack (Facts)
Them lil' n*ggas can't pull up like me (How?)
With a hundred n*ggas (And?), and a hundred racks
The streets ain't never seen no sh*t like it (Uh-uh)
My first show ever, made 'em give me five thousand (Uh)
Right there in my city and I threw it in the crowd (Hah)
Been turnt up ever since, b*tch (b*tch)
Look at me now (Uh)
I remember after that night, I told my mama that your son 'bout to be a star (Yeah, yeah)
Fell asleep plenty of nights on that syrup in your garage in my racecar (Yeah, yeah)
All the bad b*tches on my radar (Yeah)
Pull up by myself with the AR (Skrrt)
Come through in a coupe like, "Hey, y'all" (What's poppin'?)
That young n*gga don't play, dog (It's Dolph)
That young n*gga don't play fair (It's Dolph)
Two million cash, but I don't stay there (It's Dolph)
Hide the racks and the K's, never lay there (Woo)
Treat the traphouse like a daycare (My playground)
I'm the one taught all these young n*ggas how to say f*ck your big homie and go get you a plug (f*ck 'em)
Dolph, why you had all them Grizzly players smokin' all that gas and guess where it came from? (Trap)
Yeah, I brought all of the drip to the city, these lil' n*ggas wasn't even on this sh*t yet
I came in this b*tch rockin' Prada and Gucci and Dolce, and talkin' 'bout ownership, yeah
I just love stackin' this sh*t up, I like how it look, I play with it like Legos (Stack it up)
Full of that drank, I DM'd Rihanna, told her, "Let's go spend a half a mil' on Rodeo"
Real rich n*gga, how you know you rich, n*gga? 'Cause I got rich n*ggas on my payroll (Uh)
My lil' boy in kindergarten, went to school wearin' Gucci, told his classmate, "Yeah, these my play clothes" (Damn)
This a celebration, need me some Ace, somebody call Jigga, tell him that I need fifty case loads (Damn)
Me, and all of the gang (Gang)
Gon' drink all this sh*t and pour all the rest on the floor
Type of sh*t rich n*ggas do when they winnin' and livin', remember the days they was broke
Boy got so many motherf*ckin' diamond chains, he can tie 'em together and start jumping rope
Came in this b*tch with my back 'gainst the wall
The only major rapper in my city that came in the game that really, really, really, really had big racks in the wall
I got tired of watches, then I started buyin' cars
I got tired of cars, then I started buyin' property
Trap n*gga out here playin' real life Monopoly
"Dolph, you be too fresh, why don't you start modeling?"
Nah, I'd rather keep these model b*tches on top of me
Hah, and tell these rap n*ggas stop copyin' (I see you)
Orange sixes on the Cullinan, Halloween
[Outro]
Hahahaha
Trick or treat, motherf*cker
Every day, though
Real life sh*t
Everyday sh*t
All facts sh*t
Straight up and down sh*t
Yah mean?
Yeah, yeah