tricksh*t lyrics

[Chorus]
(Oh, sh*t)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh (You think you know me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
It's getting dark in this b*tch, shoot his heart in this b*tch
I pray a motherf*cker do me dirty, I'ma fart on that b*tch
Choppa fart on that b*tch, she put her heart on this di*k
We ain't far, get it quick, I catch a case, get acquitted
Boy, you ain't know what your b*tch did, he talk, he can get hit
Motherf*cker cry like a baby, boy, you better pay me, I'm out in a minute
I'm out as soon as I'm in it, stop talking, you ain't hit sh*t
Oh, it ain't nun' to get a b*tch hit, it's a problem, we can fix it

[Refrain]
My money so tall, it look like rocket, look like space, yeah
I don't like that b*tch, I told that b*tch that I need space, yeah
I got a Glock and an Uzi, a rocket, a FN, it's all on my waist, yeah
I shoot that f*cker in his face, yeah, he can gеt it like today, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Refrain]
My money so tall, it look likе rocket, look like space, yeah
I don't like that b*tch, I told that b*tch that I need space, yeah
I got a Glock and an Uzi, a rocket, a FN, it's all on my waist, yeah
I shoot that f*cker in his face, yeah, he can get it like today, yeah

[Verse 2]
Oh, he can get it like his b*tch did
Man, I don't know what the di*k did
I know lil' shorty addicted
We was really on some sick sh*t
We really be on some sick sh*t
She move them hands like a stick shift
Y'all was on it, but it shifted
Broke boy hit a lick quick
I took your bag, mine now, boy, I'm wicked
He look at me like, "How?" it's some trick sh*t
His b*tch on some trick sh*t
His mama on some trick sh*t
I seen them hoes trickin'

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh