Snow God - Don't Trick Off lyrics

[Hook] Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes [Verse 1] Pockets on swole, while I'm strapped up with that pole That is how I roll, every time I hit the road In and out of town, we was juggin' off them pounds Couldn't wait to break it down, and turn 10K to 20 thou I'm the sh**, haters pissed, ah, rap God in this b**h I'm on top, haters watch, I know hella n***a's sick Ain't no doubt, I got clout, been had b**hes on my dick f**in' thotties, catchin' bodies, I was really with the sh**s I let your boo slide in my whip, she put my tool in her lips And I promise I don't smoke, but I'm gettin' blew behind the tent When I cut, she think she dreamin', Freddy Krueger in this b**h I do got chips, but these hoes don't get no moolah from a pimp [Hook] Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes [Verse 2] Way before this rap, I was gettin' it out the trap Pushin' packs and buyin' straps, play with my money and get whacked I spit facts, I don't act, b**h I've been about my dough They used to ask how much my dro Now it's "how much you charge a show?" Times was hard, had no job, I was gettin' it out the mud Hit my plug, pray to God I don't get caught with the bud I was doin' it for my squad, I was doin' it for my blood Tryna bubble like some suds, me, my pistol and the d** I'm Steph Curry with the Glock and if I lurk you gon' get popped Had to murk a couple opps while I was workin' to the top These b**hes thirsty cause I'm hot, won't fill your purse up with no guap b**h you ain't work for what I got, and you ain't make these verses hot [Hook] Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes Went from trappin' with my bro's, sellin' O's off pounds of dro Drivin' on the road, we was gettin' it for the low Now I see lots of moolah off these features and these shows I got bands, I got dough, but I don't trick off with these hoes