Lyrics Tric Or Treat - Young Dolph

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