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Tricks Up My Sleeve
Yesteryear ATL, LauhJay
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Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I'm like eeny, meeny, miny, moe, yeah
Wish I finna be let it go
Catch 'em late night from the key in the door
Finna go post up in the R hood, know I'm trappin' at the store
Nah, for real
Bad nigga put his hands up and I ain't even tell him freeze
Yeah, I'm finna get 'em all gone, I got a coat trick up my sleeve
I ain't tired of goin', wipe a nigga down, that shit finna be a breeze
We had left, you know we run, I put
On God, he ain't even had to sneeze
And we got 'em, nigga coppin' out, we got 'em beggin' please
I don't really try to hear that shit, I'm tryna go make a nigga bleed
Yeah, huh, walk 'em down all by myself
Know my blood, it got you geeked, this
Shit right here on the top of the shelf
Damn, nigga can't fuck with me, they better off callin' twelve
I'm on that young nigga shit, I come
Through on bullshit, I'm raisin' hell
A nigga went down the road, okay, cool
Finna get him poked up right in jail
They stand on business with the class, I put
It on God, most of y'all niggas really a fail
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nah, for real, huh, huh
And y'all niggas rat and shit, yeah, yeah
And y'all niggas still tattletale?
Yeah, they get up on the booth and tryna drill out
Uh, nigga, how the fuck that work?
Nigga, you lame as hell, yeah
My way, get a job, go to work
I'm on an opp bitch right now, yeah
And I'm finna make that pussy squirt
This shit get way too weak, nigga fuck around, get whacked in church
I just smashed some old lil' bad shit
Yeah, and I ain't even had to flirt
I'm like eeny, meeny, miny, moe, yeah
Wish I finna be let it go
Catch 'em late night from the key in the door
Finna go post up in the R hood, know I'm trappin' at the store
Nah, for real
Bad nigga put his hands up and I ain't even tell him freeze
Yeah, I'm finna get 'em all gone, I got a coat trick up my sleeve
I ain't tired of goin', wipe a nigga down, that shit finna be a breeze
We had left, you know we run, I put
On God, he ain't even had to sneeze
Yeah, yeah, nah, for real
You know how to sneeze, nigga?
These niggas doin' all that cap rap all the time
We still in these rats and them drills, man, what the fuck?
That shit be crazy, bro
I'm still on that though, huh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh