No LoVe why they tricking
She won't some trust can't get it
F*ck beef I'm in yo city
Spin the block like f*ck a ticket
You missing
I hang with Smith and Wesson
I'm kicking shit no tekking
No love do you get the mission
Srap up keep rideing reckless
You know my life a blessing
They said my voice a weapon
I keep applying pressure
I keep that glock becuz I know it's gone ride smith
And session got to keep that glossy right by my side and I won't
Change up on my niggas cuz I know
They gone ride yes I know they gone slide yea I know they gone glad
Run up a check so I'm just like f*ck it
Caught by that fire you servie the you lucky
I love them hunnas got to keep em comeing glossy with a dick shit be thumping
Spin with that fie you get turn to a mommy
843 Morris street It gets ugly
I came from the jungle
Hands get muddy
She wanna love me but I won't some cuddly
Srocks like a dog call me Buddy
You don't won't me you want this money
Trying to play me I am no dummy
I can make it rain don't care if it's sunny
JayGotCash - Tricking (feat. Greg Gucci) Lyrics
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No LoVe why they tricking
She won't some trust can't get it
F*ck beef I'm in yo city
Spin the block like f*ck a ticket
You missing
I hang with Smith and Wesson
I'm kicking shit no tekking
No love do you get the mission
Srap up keep rideing reckless
You know my life a blessing
They said my voice a weapon
I keep applying pressure
I keep that glock becuz I know it's gone ride smith
And session got to keep that glossy right by my side and I won't
Change up on my niggas cuz I know
They gone ride yes I know they gone slide yea I know they gone glad
Run up a check so I'm just like f*ck it
Caught by that fire you servie the you lucky
I love them hunnas got to keep em comeing glossy with a dick shit be thumping
Spin with that fie you get turn to a mommy
843 Morris street It gets ugly
I came from the jungle
Hands get muddy
She wanna love me but I won't some cuddly
Srocks like a dog call me Buddy
You don't won't me you want this money
Trying to play me I am no dummy
I can make it rain don't care if it's sunny
She won't some trust can't get it
F*ck beef I'm in yo city
Spin the block like f*ck a ticket
You missing
I hang with Smith and Wesson
I'm kicking shit no tekking
No love do you get the mission
Srap up keep rideing reckless
You know my life a blessing
They said my voice a weapon
I keep applying pressure
I keep that glock becuz I know it's gone ride smith
And session got to keep that glossy right by my side and I won't
Change up on my niggas cuz I know
They gone ride yes I know they gone slide yea I know they gone glad
Run up a check so I'm just like f*ck it
Caught by that fire you servie the you lucky
I love them hunnas got to keep em comeing glossy with a dick shit be thumping
Spin with that fie you get turn to a mommy
843 Morris street It gets ugly
I came from the jungle
Hands get muddy
She wanna love me but I won't some cuddly
Srocks like a dog call me Buddy
You don't won't me you want this money
Trying to play me I am no dummy
I can make it rain don't care if it's sunny
Writer: jaeveon Cockfield
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