Lyrics Damn Fool - Trick Trick

Damn Fool

Yeah!, fucking with you nigga
Trick Trick!
Okay
It’s the return of the illest motherfucker
Ever shit between two bricks
Not one, but two tricks, nigga, too sick
They won’t come to the D, they say I’m too slick
You wanna know who I’m talking about?
You, bitch
Keep your Twitters about me, save your two cents
Very few real niggas that’s doing this music
Bitches call me ignorant, niggas call me a nuisance (What!)
I can say «Fuck this beat», and do it acoustic
The shit that I’ma say to a nigga will make 'em useless
The Sqwad get ahold of a nigga, they make him toothless
Ooh shit, I’m by myself and you’re crw-sick
Ask about big homie, they gon' tell you I’m ruthlss
Smashing you ho-ass niggas' on my to-do list (Woo)
Right after I murder this cowboy at Ruth Chris (Yee-ha)
Run up on 'em, scale him in his throat with a toothpick
Fuck the police, I’m on that old school shit
Pushin' so much dick in these hoes they call me broomstick
Remember last summer when the fifteen police come get that
Crazy nigga, and all of 'em got fucked up?
That’s me!