Trick lyrics

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl & BandGang Jizzle P]
I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers
I be breakin' them pockets of all the real money makers
You a lil' n*gga, you be beggin' for sh*t
n*gga, I'm boss status, baby, this some regular sh*t
I ain't never in my life beg for sh*t
I dog walk sh*t, then I'm passin' through the clique
Well-known n*gga in my city, I'm the sh*t
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm chargin' for this di*k
And I'm chargin' for this clit, n*gga, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, how I'm way out your budget?
I'ma keep you around even though I'm out your league
'Cause your chump-change ass sometimes be payin' for my weave
Ayy, Jizzle P, that's my name, and you know I keep a check
But I ain't spendin' sh*t and you gon' still throw it back
41 caught her eyes while I'm pullin' out her tracks (BandGang)
We kicked her to the curb for talkin' crazy out her neck

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar & Pretty Brayah]
b*tch, I ain't 'bout to trick on you
Penny pinchin', I ain't 'bout to spend a cent on you
I send my hoes in the store while I sit back watchin'
They bring that chicken back like they went grocery shoppin'
Naw, n*gga, you know what's up and you ain't on sh*t
And every time you get this pus*y, you be on di*k
If I decide to show my ass, b*tch, you gon' lick
And since you talkin' big crazy, suck your own di*k
Comedians, y'all be sayin' the silliest sh*t
You got some nerve askin' me to give you a slip
If you was on fire, I wouldn't stand by you and p*ss
So what make you think I care if you behind on the rent?
n*gga, behind on what? I ain't behind on sh*t
And all them hoes that you f*ckin' probably burnin' the di*k
Talkin' heavy, knowin' damn well you c*m too quick
Eat my ass, lil' n*gga, you ain't good for sh*t
[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
See, I love when these hoes get to talkin' all rowdy
Sharin' them lil' bags and they n*gga's Rollie cloudy
Me, I count a check and then my jeweler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's what crown me
b*tch, you got some nerve out here f*ckin' with the help
But talkin' to me crazy, wearin' that fake-ass belt
Disrespectin' me, that's what get a b*tch dealt
Pimp smackin' ain't dead, I'm puttin' b*tches on the shelf

[Verse 4: Pretty Brayah]
And I love it when n*ggas flex, I'm that b*tch with them bands
Braggin' 'bout a Rollie that belong to your mans
I dare a pus*y n*gga raise his motherf*ckin' hands
I'll c*ck this b*tch back and leave a n*gga where he stand
Ride his face while he layin', belt fake? b*tch, you bought it
On any given day, I throw this ass, you would've caught it
Let you lick it on my cycle, actin' like you didn't like it
b*tch, your tongue was my tampon, n*gga, blow me if I'm lyin'

[Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P]
b*tch, you know better than that
I'll make you tap out like a wrestlin' match
Call animal control, I be abusin' the cat
b*tch, who you know can f*ck you better than that?
I'll have that b*tch runnin' out sprint for me
You couldn't even f*ck her off Hennessy
Heard my old hoes been sneak dissin' me
If you ain't tryna f*ck, don't say sh*t to me
[Verse 6: Stunna Girl]
I don't take orders from no n*gga
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon' rub my feet, he gon' take me out to eat
He gon' blow a b*tch phone up, but I still ain't gon' speak
n*ggas weak, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n*gga and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon' creep

[Outro]
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