Trickum by Drench Lyrics

[Intro: Drench ]
Gotta trick 'em (Ayo, turn the-turn the bass up)
Yuh

[Chorus: Drench]
Lot of dumbass hoes, gotta trick 'em
Love my shit, don't go, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Place that Claymore down, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
And my shit ain't loud, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
All these dumbass hoes, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Love my shit, don't go, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Place that Claymore down, gotta trick 'em (Place it down)
And my shit ain't loud, gotta trick 'em (Yuh, trick 'em, hoe)

[Verse 1: Drench]
Gotta trick 'em if you know you gotta win
Gotta lick 'em if you want a new Benz
Gotta get it, I am makin' new friends
I stay winnin' like I'm in New England
Trickin' and trappin', I'm like Home Alone (Yuh)
Keep my exes in silence like a xylophone (Shh)
If you call me for favors, bitch, talk to the tone
Just got head on the jet, I call that flyin' dome
Yuh, trick 'em three times, that a hat trick (Uh)
Just like Ski 'cause I'm smokin' on this cat piss (Yuh)
My account a garden and all I grow is cabbage
I go so dumb that you could call me Patrick
Tricky, tricky, tricky like the Riddler
My dick a fiddle, so now she a fiddler (Yuh)
6.9 earthquake, and that's how I hit her (Yuh)
I got like four bitches but I'm still on Tinder
Yuh, four bitches like I'm Mormon
I play your song, they all snorin'
I'm on this eagle and I'm soarin'
Built this from nothin' to four, man, yuh
[Chorus: Drench]
All these dumbass hoes, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Love my shit, don't go, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Place that Claymore down, gotta trick 'em (Place it down)
And my shit ain't loud, gotta trick 'em (Yuh, trick 'em, hoe)

[Verse 2: Kombat with a K]
Ah, shit, here we go again
Got my pack, too loud, I might take your rent
Super smoke, Clark Kent, sip it wet, I'll drech
Fuck a STD test, make her get undressed (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, gotta trick 'em
You can't feel AIDS, so you know I gotta hit 'em
I put it in her Pooh Bear, she 'bout to like Tigger
And I did a couple spells to make her smaller titties bigger (Ooh)
Yeah, made a small fortune off of Wayfair
Sold a couple cabinets, expensive lawn chairs
Gotta trick 'em
Get it how I get it, and I'm on a mission
Steady fishin' up, cookin' up in this kitchen (Ooh)
Pumps ichin', I'm waiting for that incision
Keep it switching, gotta trick 'em
Gotta end game, no Avengers
Fuck your GF, now she preggers
'Cause I copped the new Skechers
And I sent her Harry Potter letters
Bitch, you never get her wetter
Yeah, and that's a fact
You ain't never been up to bat, I'm a catch, uh
Yeah, huh, and that's a fact
You ain't never been up to bat, I'm a catch, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Drench]
All-all these d— all these dumbass hoes, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Love my shit, don't go, gotta trick 'em (Gotta trick 'em)
Place that Claymore down, gotta trick 'em (Place it down)
And my shit ain't loud, gotta trick 'em (Yuh, trick 'em, hoe)

[Verse 3: Drench]
Trick 'em, trick 'em, trick 'em, yeah, you know I be sneaky
I'll be hella tucked just like a tranny's PP
Three Melatonins, yeah, I be so sleepy
You got touched by your uncle, he's so creepy (Ew)
Yeah, you should probably stay away from his place
I'm not Tyga, but you can get a taste
Blessed this beat, so you better say grace
Drench got Faygo by the motherfuckin' case
Kombat 'bouta go crazy on the mix and master
'Bouta bless the track like an engineer pastor
Drench, A.K.A. Mr. Fuckin' Ass Tapper
I got wiener and I'm white, call me Casper