Michete - Tricks (Gotcha!) lyrics

I'm f**ing talented I can do a lot of sh** Trust and believe I'm on top of it Gotcha Walk it like I talk it More than Polly in my pocket I got tricks, b**h, call me Reggie Rocket (whoo-oo! Yeah! Alright.) Realest b**h in my city So these f*ggots can't ride with me Got that eighteen inches hanging down past my titties And I run around with those scissors Eat the hoes up for my dessert When you turn around, I might transform into a lizard I'm so f**ing cold-blooded I'ma leave these b**hes gutted Probably thought that I was joking but I wasn't Gotcha What you know b**h? b**h I'm hella sick I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks Go and talk sh** That's irrelevant I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks I got hella tricks Gotcha Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks Gotcha You b**hes can't match this Man down on my mattress Pouring gasoline on my p**y, yelling out “Who got the matches?” Tricks like I'm magic Rock star, Patrick You stay staring at that pic like, goals- hat trick Yeah dude, I kick a** Fresher than a Tic Tac Walk through and I'm turning heads Giving b**hes that whiplash I'm getting attention You ain't never worth a mention You can sit your a** down like I put you in detention That's one big room, full of sad b**hes Gotcha What you know b**h? b**h I'm hella sick I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks Go and talk sh** That's irrelevant I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks I got hella tricks Gotcha Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks Cool f**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks I got cool-a** motherf**ing tricks Gotcha I'm tricking and treating no matter the season I don't need a reason I shine like a beacon I'm slicing the pie and I'm taking the piece And I get what I seek And I'm leaving them geeking I'm bringing the heat And I'm keeping them screaming You cannot compete ‘Cause you're too f**ing weak And I don't do that beefing Like I am a vegan And I never listen so why are you speaking? b**h, why are you speaking? Like… shut the f** up Gotcha