Sucha Trick Trick

[Intro]
Trick, Trick, Trick, Trick, Trick, Trick, Trick, It's yo boy
Trick, Trick, Trick Trick (C’mon)
You know I ain't playin' (Wonder Boy)
(C’mon)

[Chorus]
You such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (Whut? Whut?)
You such a playa, why you hate so much? (Whut? Whut?)
You such a killa when you packin' the gun
When real killas come around (Villainous!)
You don't do nothin' but run

[Verse 1]
I hate yo type, let's put it on the floor of the deck
I can smell you from a mile away, you ain't right homie
You love the drama, but ain't ready for the beef
Ain't never ready for the fight homie, what you scared of?
That there’s a chance we gon’ see yo face?
Come through later and G up yo place?
See you got yo phone and dialin' 911
Regular run, but see they ain’t gon' come 'cause they know you a rat!
Rat master, big as Fat Bastard
Anywhere other than church, and you gettin' blasted
For real though, wanna stump you with a steel toe
Smack this nigga on his ass, he’s a real ho (Hahaha)
Sterling silver in the club with yo hands up
Lookin' like a damn fool, pull your pants up!
And you wonder why you can't get a pass
And why is everybody's talkin' 'bout whoopin' yo ass nigga