Tricks Gotcha by Michete Lyrics

I’m fucking talented
I can do a lot of shit
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, bitch, call me Reggie Rocket (whoo-oo! Yeah! Alright.)
Realest bitch in my city
So these faggots 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 fucking cold-blooded
I’ma leave these bitches gutted
Probably thought that I was joking but I wasn’t
Gotcha

What you know bitch?
Bitch I’m hella sick
I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks
Go and talk shit
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 fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
Gotcha

You bitches can’t match this
Man down on my mattress
Pouring gasoline on my pussy, 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 ass
Fresher than a Tic Tac
Walk through and I’m turning heads
Giving bitches that whiplash
I’m getting attention
You ain’t never worth a mention
You can sit your ass down like I put you in detention
That’s one big room, full of sad bitches
Gotcha

What you know bitch?
Bitch I’m hella sick
I got hella tricks, I got I got hella tricks
Go and talk shit
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 fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks
Cool fucking tricks

I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking tricks
I got cool-ass motherfucking 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 fucking weak
And I don’t do that beefing
Like I am a vegan
And I never listen so why are you speaking?
Bitch, why are you speaking?
Like… shut the fuck up
Gotcha