Trick (feat. Saiby) Video (MV)

Ayy man, you know we don't f*ck with bops, do we
If you a bop, bitch, hold on
Do me a favor, save that shit, that shit
Do me a favor, keep that shit, that shit
Don't do no skinny hoes, I need a thick bitch, damn
F*ck with me if you want, you gon' get blicked, damn
F*ck around and find out, hit you in your shit, damn
You just mad at me cause your bitch all on my dick, damn
I don't do the powder, I just keep my nic, damn
You can't stick around, baby, if you ain't no trick
615, you know I rep my city in this bitch, yeah
She gotta get up outta here if she ain't a suckin' dick, yeah
Shoutout to my nigga Tre, he really with the shits, yeah
I ain't spendin' no funds, I'm not a f*ckin' trick, yeah
Yeah, I don't f*ck around, yeah
I'm like the speakin' knockers, yeah, nigga, what's that sound
Yeah, she gon' search up my shit, yeah, she gon' pound
I don't give a f*ck about them niggas, they gone round
Yeah, yeah, she my munch, yeah
She gon' eat me up for lunch, yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck, yeah
Everybody type of stuff, yeah, yeah
I don't just buzz, yeah
I ain't even gonna buzz, yeah, yeah
They run their mouths, yeah
But they ain't even good enough, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she my lil' creeper
Yeah, I don't give a f*ck, I'm taxin' for that feature
Yeah, she said, Saiby rude, she don't like my demeanor
I'm gettin' them Ben Franklins, nigga
Shoutout to Aretha, shoutout to Aretha
Got it on my own, so baby, I don't need ya
Told her, fall that line, she gon' play, follow the leader
Ooh, she a keeper, ooh, damn, I need her
That's your bitch, when I walk around, you better leash her
Yeah, yeah, leash her
Big boss, when I sit around, I put my feet up
You niggas stealin' swag, damn, you need to really keep up
Yeah, keep up, yeah, yeah, keep up
She keep playin', I'ma f*ck around and I'ma eat her
I'ma eat her, huh, huh
Got her stove on me, no heater, huh
Ridin' in this two-seater
Ride around, look for the creepers, huh
Took his life losers, weepers
Want the track, f*ck, what's cheaper, huh
Yeah, yeah, she said she love me, whatever that is
Do me a favor, save that shit, bitch
I don't really know who f*ckin' with my clique
You come around stuntin', I might hit a lick
Put all them blues up, huh
Keepin' your jewels tough, huh
I might just shoot some, huh
Got nothin' to lose, huh, yeah
Got nothin' to lose
I'm stackin' them clues
Them blues, clues, clues
You niggas is fools, huh
But we not in April
Stackin' that cheese, I'm stackin' that paper
We doin' this shit without a label
I need a cut, I'm not takin' taper
Gettin' that cake, but I'm not a baker
But I'm like a chef, I'm fresh to death
You niggas is deaf, you can't hear
I don't f*ckin' know