Uza Trikk / Power (Interlude) E

Nah'mean? It's like, I don't understand, Man. These ball players and shit, Trickin' on these bitches. Gettin' 'em houses and shit. My bitch don't get nothin' but hand-me-down UGGs. You feel me? Yeah, bikini. Motherfucker. My first car was an eighty-four. Now I'm slammin' AMG Mercedes doors. Used to trick, still payin' hoes. She a flip, man, I bet you all the Homies know. That's my bitch, she a BM. Tell that ho to hit me on the DM. Back to back Range Rovers with the VM. I hope they free the homie, all the homies Wanna be him. Street shit, livin' burnt out. Fuckin' bitches, rollin' biddy up at Dre house. Man, I do it so way out. You don't really live what you talk 'bout. No hopscotch, make 'em break the chalk out. Body outlined by the corner of your mom's house. With the homies in the 'Nels playin' Mobb's loud. On the deuce, big homies bring the arms out. You a trick. You a trick. You a trick. Used to trick, still payin' hoes. You a trick still payin' hoes. I'm gettin' ends with my niggas. In the Benz with my niggas. Break a bitch with my niggas. You a trick to them bitches. I'm a pimp to them bitches. Never simp to them bitches. And I'm the flyest nigga that you heard about. Hoes speak on me on every street, I'm spreadin' Word of mouth. Fresh out, bitches trippin' off that Molly water. Had a bitch named Molly that used To bring me thousands. Seven fifty Beamer, Me and Polly out here clownin'. All this Cîroc got me feelin' like I'm out Here drownin'. Hit the hood biddy, got my Glock Kitted. Red beam, easy aim on all you hatin' Niggas. I'm a gangsta nigga. So way out, do it major, nigga. Bangin' system, hoes have to page a nigga. Bitch, pay a nigga. Me and J-Worthy in the Game with it, ballin' on you trick-ass lame niggas. You a trick. You Used to trick, still payin' hoes. You a trick to them bitches. To them bitches. Used to trick, still payin' hoes. Twenty-fours on that Lexo. Hard body, pussy, money, we respect yo. Real nigga and the top is what we came For. So we don't even holla if the subject Really ain't gold. So boo, I just kick it with my main Bros. The same one that ride and fuck around And catch a case for. My mama told me, "Strive, your daddy was a Sinner, fool." I giggled and replied, "What you Think I'm at Ace for?" He was there in the absence of my bro, So I put him over any rap bitch, Yeah, that's fo' sho'. And that's the same for Nebby, Neb, and Boo-cho. Flirt, P2, KOD, hoes love the crew. You a trick. You Used to trick, still payin' hoes. You a trick to them bitches. To them bitches. To them them bitches. To them bitches. So I had this one bitch, you feel me? Outta town ho. Came to the biddy. Lobbed her. Posted on the Vicks on the two L side Of my nigga Dre house. You feel me? Bitch came through with a gang of money. Bada-bada-bow, niggas was sniffin'. You know, we had hoes at the time, but... Nothing like this. So anyways, we kick everybody out, and Dre flip The bitch. Next day I'm gettin' shake the heads up. Talkin' to my nigga Ram 'bout the whole situation. He like, "Man, that's my car." I never knew that lovin' you could be this Way. Now my heart is yours, so come what may. Now my search has finally come to an end. So nicely, baby, Where do we begin?