Trick

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl & BandGang Jizzle P]
I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers
I be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
You a lil nigga, you be [?] for shit
Nigga I'm boss statis, baby, this ain't regular shit
I ain't never in my life beg for shit
I [?] then I pass it to the clique
[?] in my city I'm the shit
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm charging for this dick
And I'm charging for this clit, nigga, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, I'm way out your budget
Imma keep you around, even though I'm out your league
Cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
Jizzle P, that's my name, you know I keep a check
But I ain't spending shit on you, you gon still throw it back
[?] eyes, [?] pulling out her tracks
Kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar & Pretty Brayah]
Bitch I ain't bout to trick on you
[?] I ain't bout to spend a cent on you
[?] hoes in the [?], while I sit back watching
They bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
Na nigga, you [?] you ain't know shit
And everytime you get this pussy, you be on [?]
If I decide to show my ass, bitch, you gon lick
And since you talking big crazy, suck your own dick
[?] you always say the silliest shit
You got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
You was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
[?] I care if you behind [?]
Nigga behind [?] what? I ain't behind on shit
And all them hoes that you fucking, probably burning the dick
Talking heavy, knowing damb well you cum too quick
Eat my ass lil nigga, you ain't good for shit

[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
[?] these hoes, get to talking all roudy
[?] bags and [?] cloudy
Me, I count a check, and my jewler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's [?]
Bitch, you got some nerve, out here fucking with the [?]
Talking to me crazy, wearing that fake ass belt
Disrespecting me, that's what get a bitch [?]
Pimp smacking [?] bitches on the shelf

[Verse 4: Pretty Brayah]
And I love when niggas flex, I'm that bitch with the bands
Brag about a Rollie, that belong to your mans
I dare a pussy nigga, raise his motherfucking hands
I'll cock this bitch back, and leave a nigga where he stand
Ride his face while he laying, [?] bitch you [?]
On any given day, I throw this ass, you would've caught it
[?] lick it on my cycle, you acting like you didn't like it
Bitch, your tongue was my tampon, nigga, blow me if I'm lying

[Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P]
Bitch, you know better than that
I make you tap out, like a wrestling match
Call animal control, I be abusing the cat
Bitch, you [?] better than that
I have that bitch [?] for me
You couldn't even fuck her off Hennisy
Heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
If you ain't tryna fuck, don't say shit to me

[Verse 6: Stunna Girl]
I'll take [?] from no nigga
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
He gon [?] but I still ain't gon speak
Nigga sweet, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other nigga, and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon creep