Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tric Or Treat, artist - Young Dolph. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tric Or Treat |
| Once upon a time was a little nigga from south Memphis, uh |
| I think they call him Dolph (Dolph) |
| About 2009 a lil' nigga started rappin' |
| But he said he gonna be his own boss (Yeah) |
| 2010 he dropped his first real mix tape |
| «Welcome 2 Dolph World"and he took off (Gone) |
| Wait, pause let me slow down a second (Hold up) |
| Ask Lil Wook I came in the game reckless |
| Ask the fuck niggas I came in the game flexin' |
| Hmm, yeah he came in the game flexin' (Ha) |
| I remember 2011 major label came at me |
| And they tried to give me two mil (Wait a minute) |
| I gave him a handshake looked him in his eyes |
| Said, «Nah, but I’ll talk to you in two years"(Gone) |
| Ask every bad bitch in Memphis, they gon' tell you |
| That he smoked the best weed (Bags) |
| And he got the sack (Facts) |
| Them lil' niggas can’t pull up like me (How?) |
| With a hunnit niggas |
| And a hunnit racks |
| The streets ain’t never seen no shit like it (Uh-uh) |
| My first show ever made him give me five thousand (Uh) |
| Right there in my city and I threw it in the crowd |
| Been turnt ever since, bitch (Bitch) |
| Look at me now (Uh) |
| I remember after that night |
| I told my mama that your son 'bout to be a star (Yeah-yeah) |
| Fell asleep plenty other nights |
| On that sofa in your garage |
| It my race car (Yeah-yeah) |
| All the bad bitches on my radar (Yeah) |
| Pull up by myself with the AR (Skrrt) |
| Come through in a coupe like «Hey ya"(We're poppin') |
| That young nigga don’t play Dolph (It's Dolph) |
| That young nigga don’t play fair (It's Dolph!) |
| Two million cash but I don’t stay there (It's Dolph!) |
| Had the racks in the cage, never lay there (Woo) |
| Treat the trap house like a daycare (My playground) |
| I’m the one taught all these young niggas |
| How to say «Fuck your big homie, go get you a plug"(Fuck 'em) |
| Dolph why you had all them Grizzly players |
| Smokin' all that gas and guess where it came from (Trap) |
| Yeah I brought all of the drips to the city |
| These lil' niggas wasn’t even on this shit yet |
| I came in this bitch rockin' Prada and Gucci and Dolce |
| And talkin' 'bout ownership, yeah |
| I just love stackin' this shit up |
| I like how it look |
| I play with it, like Legos (Stack it up) |
| Full of that drink I DM’d Rihanna |
| Told her let’s go spend a half a mil on Rodeo |
| Heh, real rich nigga |
| How you know you’re rich nigga? |
| 'Cause I got rich niggas on my payroll! |
| (Ahh) |
| My lil' boy in kindergarten went to school |
| Wearin' Gucci, told his classmate «Yeah, these my play clothes"(Damn) |
| It’s a celebration, need me some, hey somebody call Jigga |
| Tell him that I need fifty case load (Damn) |
| Me and all of the gang (Gang) |
| Gon' drink all that shit |
| And pour all the rest on the floor |
| Type of shit rich niggas do when they winnin' and livin' |
| Remember the days they was broke! |
| Boy got so many motherfuckin' diamond chain |
| He can tie them together and start jumpin' rope |
| Came in this bitch with my back against the wall |
| The only major rapper in my city that came in the game |
| That really, really, really, really had big racks in the wall |
| I got tired of watches, then I started buyin' cars |
| I got tired of cars, then I started buyin' property |
| Trap nigga out here playin' real life Monopoly |
| Dolph you be too fresh, why don’t you start modelin'? |
| Naw, I’d rather keep these model bitches on top of me |
| Heh, and tell these rap niggas stop copyin' (I see you) |
| I want sixes on the Cullinan, halloween (Halloween) |
| Trick or treat motherfucker |
| Everyday, though |
| Real life shit |
| Everyday shit |
| All facts shit |
| Straight up and down shit |
| Nah mean |
| Yeah-yeah |