Trick Bag
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โฑ๏ธ 3:06 duration
๐ ID: 27639723
๐ Lyrics
How they fly
Pimp's sad shit, nigga
You know what the fuck I mean
Yeah, yeah, yo
From quarter waters to cut water
Your overlaw warm up water
This custom order, you can't get it on Mr. Porter
The engine roaring in the Porsche, the spoiler
Nuggets with the big 50 pointers
Picture broke niggas giving me pointers
Y2C on the 2C, skate out of Gucci like Christy Yamaguchi
Flip you like a samurai Suzuki
I've been nice since Iceberg, shirts to Snoopy
Shoes to Berluti, my knife work a thing of beauty
We leave you in the 2C to bleed profusely
Goofy, we be serving loose on the roof
Dust juice and a Lucy, who slipped you a roofie?
Cougar tried to put roots on me, but I'm not a newbie
Could've been a QB, how she do the coochie
Jet beauty of the week and Emilio Pucci
But now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci, baby
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Yeah, uh, don't lie without yo
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Uh, he buys you time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
All eyes for me, baby
Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
Let it breathe some, uh
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Six, 56, baby, yo
I bust my first shot and the jugs trotted on foot
Threw the hammer in the lot full of trucks
The job was washed up
Bopped a rock body wash, hun, but I'm not washed up
Diamond cluster, fuck, more rocks in the wash
Them bum niggas rhymin' on a posse cut
The Istiaki bomb was ox blood
I promise you, bruh, that's not the pollen you want
You're not with the drama, I'm trying to trauma dump
Fuck up the fine, uh
Chanel, Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
I seen a chump in a cut, threw a emerald cut
Hit the indica, flawless hit, it was a beginner's luck
I will send you up on the wings of love
Burn my fingers on the sun
Fly your Caesar cut up to kingdom come
Blast your arms, you're king of talk
Six, 56, nigga, yeah
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
He buys your time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
But believe me
Pimp's sad shit, nigga
You know what the fuck I mean
Yeah, yeah, yo
From quarter waters to cut water
Your overlaw warm up water
This custom order, you can't get it on Mr. Porter
The engine roaring in the Porsche, the spoiler
Nuggets with the big 50 pointers
Picture broke niggas giving me pointers
Y2C on the 2C, skate out of Gucci like Christy Yamaguchi
Flip you like a samurai Suzuki
I've been nice since Iceberg, shirts to Snoopy
Shoes to Berluti, my knife work a thing of beauty
We leave you in the 2C to bleed profusely
Goofy, we be serving loose on the roof
Dust juice and a Lucy, who slipped you a roofie?
Cougar tried to put roots on me, but I'm not a newbie
Could've been a QB, how she do the coochie
Jet beauty of the week and Emilio Pucci
But now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci, baby
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Yeah, uh, don't lie without yo
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Uh, he buys you time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
All eyes for me, baby
Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
Let it breathe some, uh
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Six, 56, baby, yo
I bust my first shot and the jugs trotted on foot
Threw the hammer in the lot full of trucks
The job was washed up
Bopped a rock body wash, hun, but I'm not washed up
Diamond cluster, fuck, more rocks in the wash
Them bum niggas rhymin' on a posse cut
The Istiaki bomb was ox blood
I promise you, bruh, that's not the pollen you want
You're not with the drama, I'm trying to trauma dump
Fuck up the fine, uh
Chanel, Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
I seen a chump in a cut, threw a emerald cut
Hit the indica, flawless hit, it was a beginner's luck
I will send you up on the wings of love
Burn my fingers on the sun
Fly your Caesar cut up to kingdom come
Blast your arms, you're king of talk
Six, 56, nigga, yeah
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
He buys your time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
But believe me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.62] How they fly
[00:09.67] Pimp's sad shit, nigga
[00:11.03] You know what the fuck I mean
[00:12.32] Yeah, yeah, yo
[00:16.55] From quarter waters to cut water
[00:18.47] Your overlaw warm up water
[00:20.37] This custom order, you can't get it on Mr. Porter
[00:22.89] The engine roaring in the Porsche, the spoiler
[00:25.38] Nuggets with the big 50 pointers
[00:26.62] Picture broke niggas giving me pointers
[00:29.12] Y2C on the 2C, skate out of Gucci like Christy Yamaguchi
[00:33.89] Flip you like a samurai Suzuki
[00:35.98] I've been nice since Iceberg, shirts to Snoopy
[00:38.81] Shoes to Berluti, my knife work a thing of beauty
[00:43.41] We leave you in the 2C to bleed profusely
[00:45.77] Goofy, we be serving loose on the roof
[00:48.83] Dust juice and a Lucy, who slipped you a roofie?
[00:51.47] Cougar tried to put roots on me, but I'm not a newbie
[00:54.32] Could've been a QB, how she do the coochie
[00:57.16] Jet beauty of the week and Emilio Pucci
[00:59.25] But now I'm Gucci
[01:01.59] Now I'm Gucci
[01:02.58] Now I'm Gucci, baby
[01:03.66] 656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[01:06.58] Yeah, uh, don't lie without yo
[01:09.66] 656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[01:15.32] Uh, he buys you time out
[01:18.72] Those bright, sparkling time out
[01:24.16] All eyes for me, baby
[01:27.54] Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
[01:32.89] Let it breathe some, uh
[01:34.86] Yeah, nigga, yeah
[01:37.40] Six, 56, baby, yo
[01:39.52] I bust my first shot and the jugs trotted on foot
[01:42.18] Threw the hammer in the lot full of trucks
[01:44.54] The job was washed up
[01:45.68] Bopped a rock body wash, hun, but I'm not washed up
[01:48.25] Diamond cluster, fuck, more rocks in the wash
[01:50.44] Them bum niggas rhymin' on a posse cut
[01:52.97] The Istiaki bomb was ox blood
[01:55.87] I promise you, bruh, that's not the pollen you want
[01:58.66] You're not with the drama, I'm trying to trauma dump
[02:01.56] Fuck up the fine, uh
[02:03.56] Chanel, Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
[02:06.45] I seen a chump in a cut, threw a emerald cut
[02:08.97] Hit the indica, flawless hit, it was a beginner's luck
[02:12.52] I will send you up on the wings of love
[02:14.79] Burn my fingers on the sun
[02:16.83] Fly your Caesar cut up to kingdom come
[02:19.05] Blast your arms, you're king of talk
[02:25.14] Six, 56, nigga, yeah
[02:32.48] Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[02:39.64] Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[02:46.92] He buys your time out
[02:52.84] Those bright, sparkling time out
[02:59.71] But believe me
[03:02.29]
[00:09.67] Pimp's sad shit, nigga
[00:11.03] You know what the fuck I mean
[00:12.32] Yeah, yeah, yo
[00:16.55] From quarter waters to cut water
[00:18.47] Your overlaw warm up water
[00:20.37] This custom order, you can't get it on Mr. Porter
[00:22.89] The engine roaring in the Porsche, the spoiler
[00:25.38] Nuggets with the big 50 pointers
[00:26.62] Picture broke niggas giving me pointers
[00:29.12] Y2C on the 2C, skate out of Gucci like Christy Yamaguchi
[00:33.89] Flip you like a samurai Suzuki
[00:35.98] I've been nice since Iceberg, shirts to Snoopy
[00:38.81] Shoes to Berluti, my knife work a thing of beauty
[00:43.41] We leave you in the 2C to bleed profusely
[00:45.77] Goofy, we be serving loose on the roof
[00:48.83] Dust juice and a Lucy, who slipped you a roofie?
[00:51.47] Cougar tried to put roots on me, but I'm not a newbie
[00:54.32] Could've been a QB, how she do the coochie
[00:57.16] Jet beauty of the week and Emilio Pucci
[00:59.25] But now I'm Gucci
[01:01.59] Now I'm Gucci
[01:02.58] Now I'm Gucci, baby
[01:03.66] 656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[01:06.58] Yeah, uh, don't lie without yo
[01:09.66] 656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[01:15.32] Uh, he buys you time out
[01:18.72] Those bright, sparkling time out
[01:24.16] All eyes for me, baby
[01:27.54] Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
[01:32.89] Let it breathe some, uh
[01:34.86] Yeah, nigga, yeah
[01:37.40] Six, 56, baby, yo
[01:39.52] I bust my first shot and the jugs trotted on foot
[01:42.18] Threw the hammer in the lot full of trucks
[01:44.54] The job was washed up
[01:45.68] Bopped a rock body wash, hun, but I'm not washed up
[01:48.25] Diamond cluster, fuck, more rocks in the wash
[01:50.44] Them bum niggas rhymin' on a posse cut
[01:52.97] The Istiaki bomb was ox blood
[01:55.87] I promise you, bruh, that's not the pollen you want
[01:58.66] You're not with the drama, I'm trying to trauma dump
[02:01.56] Fuck up the fine, uh
[02:03.56] Chanel, Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
[02:06.45] I seen a chump in a cut, threw a emerald cut
[02:08.97] Hit the indica, flawless hit, it was a beginner's luck
[02:12.52] I will send you up on the wings of love
[02:14.79] Burn my fingers on the sun
[02:16.83] Fly your Caesar cut up to kingdom come
[02:19.05] Blast your arms, you're king of talk
[02:25.14] Six, 56, nigga, yeah
[02:32.48] Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[02:39.64] Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
[02:46.92] He buys your time out
[02:52.84] Those bright, sparkling time out
[02:59.71] But believe me
[03:02.29]