Trixz

[Verse 1]
Ugh
My Star bish delicious
5 star Michelin in the kitchen
She ain’t a hooker but she fishin
Im swishing catch what I’m dishing
Cadillac new edition
I ain’t talking bout an expedition
Listen I’m spitting
Hit hit it
Pie whip it
Is you kiddin
Never mind what I’m sippin
I’m the shit Scottie pippin
Pimpin cane limpin limpin
No wonder she’s strippin
Tellin me I’m gifted
Automatic not shiftin
Banana peel driftin
And the pussy hella dripping
I’m siftin through paper riches
My palm itches
Which is 8 balls with stitches
Man I hate yall snitches
I’m pitchin hella lifted
Watch how I switch it

[Hook]
Dont mind what I mix (x3)
Worry bout yo trixz
Dont mind what I mix (x2)
Worry bout yo trixz
Dont mind what I mix (3)
Worry bout yo damn trixz

[Verse 2]
I’m busy in the city
Wit you biddie
Gimmie kissy
On my dick Nicki
She silly droppin cherry
Hella tight kitty
My cock got a hickey
She a vamp not a hippie
Princess snorting
Snow White Disney
G I said I’m busy
I remember when I popped out the chimney
I said ho 3 times but only have 2 kidneys
Milk and cookies give me
I hid it in a sock like Whitney
Forgive me
I’m jolly and a tad dizzy
Bare wit me flow is grizzly
Nacho cheese and chilli
Chips ease up I’m chasing a milly
Wit a side of a cheese stake Philly
Noe I gota extra flow
Man yall can forgive me ugh

[Hook]
Dont mind what I mix (x3)
Worry bout yo trixz
Dont mind what I mix (x2)
Worry bout yo trixz
Dont mind what I mix (3)
Worry bout yo damn trixz