Sucha - Trick Trick

You such a killa when you packin' the gun

When real killas come around (Villainous!)

You don’t do nothin' but run

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

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 killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around, you do nothin' but run

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 killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around (Villainous!)

You do nothin' but run

Mother fucker you don’t know me, and I don’t know you either

Stop tryin' to talk to me, lyin' to people, tellin' them

That I got yo back, your way back

That’s my enemy you talking to, why would you say that?

Idiot.

Now they finna give it to you, did you get it yet?

Stupidest nigga up in the city yet, you see him?

All the time, but you might not know

We finna wrap him up after the show

He the one that keep yellin' he a killer, and swear he a G

Pretending to be a dealer but they frontin' him beeds

Got a ticket, ain’t even cashed out yet

His baby momma brotha frontin' him and even take his ass out yet

If you ever see him drivin', what none of them heeds

Could be them boys cars and daddy runnin 'em beats

If he ever get arrested, he gon' tell on him

And he wonder why there’s hell on him, the mother fucker

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 killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around, you don’t do nothin' but run

You such a gangsta, why you fake so much?

(I like that)

(Whut? Whut?)

You such a playa, why you hate so much?

(Whut? Whut?)

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around, (Villainous!) you don’t do nothin' but run

I get so sick of these mother fuckers pretendin' not to be busters

Always hatin' for nothin', and tryin' to come under somethin'

You niggas is fags, tryna play ahead on my shit

You niggas is fags, keep yo ass in the closet

Bitch-made, nigga you fake as fuck

No retaliation on the niggas that sprayed yo truck

You locked up, five g’s, and stuck in the can

Writin' letters to a bitch that’s fuckin' yo mans

You got somewhere another nigga stuck his dick

If you want her then you can have her but I fucked yo bitch

She gotta whole lotta mouth nigga, just like you

But she don’t talk that much, 'cause I put it to use

If you was a pimp nigga, then your MAC is gone

Who you think this funny lookin' bitch practice on?

You like to lie aloud bout how many gats you bust

On a movie you couldn’t act like Gus, mother fucker (Extra)

You such a gangsta, why you fake so much?

You such a playa, why you hate so much?

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around, you do nothin' but run

You such a gangsta, why you fake so much?

You such a playa, why you hate so much?

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around, you do nothin' but run