Sucha (Explicit)

Sucha (Album Version|Explicit) - Trick Trick

Lyrics by：C. "Trick Trick" Mathis

Composed by：C. "Trick Trick" Mathis

Trick trick trick trick trick trick trick

It's yo boy

Trick trick trick

C'mon trick

You know I ain't playin'

Wonder Boy

C'mon

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

Whut whut

You such a playa why you hate so much

Whut whut

You such a killa when you packin' the gun

When real killas come around

You do nothin' but run

I hate yo type let's put it on

The floor of the deck

I can smell you from a mile away

You ain't right homie

You love the drama but ain't ready for the beef

Ain't never ready for the fight

Homie what you scared of

That there's a chance we gon' see yo face

Come through later and G up yo place

See you got yo phone and dialin' 911

Regular run but see they ain't gon'

Come 'cause they know you a rat

Rat master big as Fat Bastard

Anywhere other than church and you gettin' blasted

For real though wanna stump you with a steel toe

Smack this n***a on his a*s he's a real ho

Hahaha

Sterling silver in the club with yo hands up

Lookin' like a d**n fool pull your pants up

And you wonder why you can't get a pass

And why is everybody's talkin'

'Bout whoopin' yo a*s n***a

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

Whut

You such a playa why you hate so much

Whut

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around you do nothin' but run

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

Whut

You such a playa why you hate so much

Whut

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around

You do nothin' but run

Mother f**ker you don't know me and

I don't know you either

Stop tryin' to talk to me lyin'

To people tellin' them

That I got yo back your way back

That's my enemy you talking to why would you say that

Idiot now they finna give it

To you did you get it yet

Stupidest n***a up in the

City yet you see him

All the time but you might not know

We finna wrap him up after the show

He the one that keep yellin'

He a killer and swear he a G

Pretending to be a dealer but they frontin' him beeds

Got a ticket ain't even cashed out yet

His baby momma brotha frontin'

Him and even take his a*s out yet

If you ever see him drivin' what none of them heeds

Could be them boys cars and daddy runnin 'em beats

If he ever get arrested he gon' tell on him

And he wonder why there's hell on him the mother f**ker

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

Whut

You such a playa why you hate so much

Whut

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around

You don't do nothin' but run

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

I like that

You such a playa why you hate so much

Whut

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around

You don't do nothin' but run

I get so sick of these mother f**kers pretendin'

Not to be busters

Always hatin' for nothin' and tryin'

To come under somethin'

You n***as is fags tryna play ahead on my s**t

You n***as is fags keep yo a*s in the closet

*****-made n***a you fake as f**k

No retaliation on the n***as that sprayed yo truck

You locked up five G's and stuck in the can

Writin' letters to a b***h that's f**kin' yo mans

You got somewhere another n***a stuck his dick

If you want her then

You can have her but I f**ked yo b***h

She gotta whole lotta mouth n***a just like you

But she don't talk that much 'cause I put it to use

If you was a pimp n***a then your MAC is gone

Who you think this funny lookin' b***h practice on

You like to lie aloud bout how many gats you bust

On a movie you couldn't act like

Gus mother f**ker extra

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

You such a playa why you hate so much

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around you do nothin' but run

You such a gangsta why you fake so much

You such a playa why you hate so much

You such a killer when you packin' the gun

When real killers come around you do nothin' but run