Trick Bag versuri

Versuri Roc Marciano – Trick Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Hundred block
Pimp status, you know what the fuck I-
Yeah, yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
From quarter-waters to cutwater
Dior valor warmup hoarder
This custom order, you can’t get it on Mr. Porter
The engine roaring in the Porsche the spoiler
Necklace with the big fifty pointers
Picture broke niggas giving me pointers
Watusi on the tusi
Skate out of Gucci like Kristi Yamaguchi
Flip you like a Samurai Suzuki
I been nice since Iceberg shirts with the Snoopy
Shoes is Berluti, my knife work work a thing of beauty
We leave you in a two-sеater bleeding profusely
Goofy, you be sеrving loose on the roof
Dustjuice in a loosie, who slipped you a roofie
Cougar tried to put roots on me but I’m not a noobie
Could’ve been a QB how she threw the coochie
Jet Beauty of the Week in Emilio Pucci, but now I’m Gucci
Ma, I’m gucci, baby

[Chorus]
656 no matter how thick thou shall not trick
Yo, 656 no matter how thick thou shall not trick

[Sample]

[Interlude]
All that ice is for me, baby
Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
Let it breath some
Uh, yeah, nigga, yeah
656, baby, yo

[Verse 2]
I bust my first shot in a jux, trotted on foot
Threw the hammer in the lot for the trucks
The job was botched up
Baccarat body wash, huh, but I’m not washed up
Diamond clusterfuck
More rocks in the watch than bum niggas rhyming on a posse cut
The Issey Miyake bomb was ox blood
I promise you, bruh, this not the problem you want (You don’t want none of this)
You not with the drama, I’m tryna trauma dump and fuck up the fun
Chanel Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
I seen a chunk in the cut through a emerald cut, hit the indica
Flawless hit it wasn’t beginner’s luck
I will send you up on the wings of love
Burn my fingers on the sun, fly your caesar cut up to kingdom come

[Interlude 2]
Marci
656, nigga, yeah, yo

[Chorus]
656 no matter how thick thou shall not trick
Yeah, 656 no matter how thick thou shall not trick
Uh

[Sample]