Alright If I Trick lyrics

[Intro]
(Roll another one, J)
In the booth with a nick on me, n*gga, huh
Yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Block the b*tch, keep callin' my number, can't understand what you sayin'
She want her a n*gga to spend a check, b*tch, I'm the man with the plan
It's alright if I trick, I got them bands, got them racks, put on my mans
VV rocks all on my hands, in LA gettin' mop top in the sand
In a Hellcat doin' two hundred miles in that b*tch, huh
I'll kill all you hoes, I'll spray a hundred rounds for my b*tch, huh
If I run into a hundred opps, it's gon' be a hundred down in this b*tch, huh
I really stayed down for this sh*t, feel like I ran a hundred miles for this sh*t, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Got my bucks up
They done f*cked up
Oh, what's up, bro?
That's your b*tch? My bad, I f*cked her
Mean mug in the club, get f*cked up
n*gga just got hard, he bucked up
Just mеt the lil' b*tch, she already suckin' my di*k, I only said, "What's up, lovе?"
We take sh*t, n*gga, you known to borrow
Better spend them racks, n*gga, while you can 'cause it could be gone tomorrow
Brand-new Balenciaga tracks, put them b*tches on tomorrow
Rap different, so I'm goin' farther
Stop at Saks, we ain't goin' to Zara
With the freak hoes, so we need a bottle
Spent like a dub at Neiman Marcus
All my opps broke as hell, they need a dollar
b*tch, I'm a big dog off the leash and I raised myself, I don't need a collar
Need me a classy b*tch who can get f*cked on that ratchet sh*t
n*gga, stop that rappin' sh*t, n*ggas know my gang be clappin' sh*t
n*gga, you know you ain't sold no pound, move around with that fake-ass trappin' sh*t
Her ass fat, I'm slappin' it, on my free time, sip on Actavis
n*gga, these shoes ain't regular, they got CC on it, uh
n*gga never played with my sh*t, lil' b*tch, I need my money
[Chorus]
Block the b*tch, keep callin' my number, can't understand what you sayin'
She want her a n*gga to spend a check, b*tch, I'm the man with the plan
It's alright if I trick, I got them bands, got them racks, put on my mans
VV rocks all on my hands, in LA gettin' mop top in the sand
In a Hellcat doin' two hundred miles in that b*tch, huh
I'll kill all you hoes, I'll spray a hundred rounds for my b*tch, huh
If I run into a hundred opps, it's gon' be a hundred down in this b*tch, huh
I really stayed down for this sh*t, feel like I ran a hundred miles for this sh*t, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I got money to blow
Why is you dissin'? We up on the score
When the f*ck did that n*gga get hard? He a ho
I was thuggin' outside, he had to stay on the porch
Never gave a f*ck, put the fire on the coach
Kicked her ass out, ain't no ridin' the boat
Stay in the comments, di*k-ridin' my post
Investin', you could say I'm buyin' it low, uh
Sent it out to that ho and she ain't come, now he curious
It was fun and games 'til we had spint on his mom, now he serious, huh
Caught him lackin' at the pump and he couldn't run, now he furious
'Round this time of the month, we come through, make n*ggas bleed just like a period, huh

[Chorus]
Block the b*tch, keep callin' my number, can't understand what you sayin'
She want her a n*gga to spend a check, b*tch, I'm the man with the plan
It's alright if I trick, I got them bands, got them racks, put on my mans
VV rocks all on my hands, in LA gettin' mop top in the sand
In a Hellcat doin' two hundred miles in that b*tch, huh
I'll kill all you hoes, I'll spray a hundred rounds for my b*tch, huh
If I run into a hundred opps, it's gon' be a hundred down in this b*tch, huh
I really stayed down for this sh*t, feel like I ran a hundred miles for this sh*t, huh, huh, huh